英文叹早高峰
Morning Rush Hour HaikuRed taillights stretching,a river of steel and sighs—
coffee cools untouched.Office towers blink,
their glass eyes mocking our crawl.
GPS lies again.A scooter darts through,
weaving like a sparrow bold—
suddenly, brakes scream.The sun climbs higher,
ticketing each windshield with
gold we can't afford.At last, my exit—
only to join another
line of hungry souls.
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