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Description
The striding green men,
The standing red men
In pedestrian crossing signs
Relax when their lights are turned off.

In private, away from their work,
It turns out that not all are men,
Not all are one color or the other.

Some love to ski.
Some have a passion for the tango.
A few are seekers, devoted meditators
Who spend hours sitting in full lotus.

Some are heroic; others simply kind.
There are those, it is sad to say,
Who commit horrible acts.

Occasionally, you meet one who knows
That working in a traffic sign
Is not as predictable and dull
As it may appear at first glance.

There is much to be learned
By peering with unseen eyes
Into the faces of human beings
When they come to a crossroads.

Words by Yana Kane
Editing by Bruce Esrig
Picture by Anastasya Shepherd

Description
The striding green men,
The standing red men
In pedestrian crossing signs
Relax when their lights are turned off.

In private, away from their work,
It turns out that not all are men,
Not all are one color or the other.

Some love to ski.
Some have a passion for the tango.
A few are seekers, devoted meditators
Who spend hours sitting in full lotus.

Some are heroic; others simply kind.
There are those, it is sad to say,
Who commit horrible acts.

Occasionally, you meet one who knows
That working in a traffic sign
Is not as predictable and dull
As it may appear at first glance.

There is much to be learned
By peering with unseen eyes
Into the faces of human beings
When they come to a crossroads.

Words by Yana Kane
Editing by Bruce Esrig
Picture by Anastasya Shepherd