Traffic Light
Sit here and watch it
As the people drive by.
I’m sure there are a thousand
Different stories to tell,
Each one just a boring as the next.
One day there will be someone
Who drives by and yells “To hell with you!”
As they plow through the police station.
It was their dog that made them so mad.
Crapped on their favorite burkenstocks.
“Damn you, dog.
You never did like Jerry Garcia!”
And of course someone would find
Some journal they kept under their matress.
It tells about the time they spent in Vietnam,
On vacation.
Hard to read the portions written in crayon.
Strange oragami shapes fall out as you shake it.
Looks like a greek myth acted out on the living room floor.
What fun times sleeping on the floor next to those oragami shapes
In the middle of summer,
Staring out at the traffic light
Listening
For another story.