Swath of asphault and concrete; black/gray
driven lumpy by heated pauses miraged
Punctuation mark stripes; gold and white
ribbon familiar patterns of guidance; STREDOP!
The greenway is still damp with dewy prisms
freshly mowed with dull blades, tips khaki
A solitary snowy moth flitters dainty on green
It square dances with the breeze lilting lavendar
The timer changes time; a horn honks orange
The dainty beauty slithers to the sky blue
The bus squeals to the stop hissing silver
I like this piece. Mom
My humanity is bound up with yours, for we can only be human together” Desmond Tutu