Counting Cars
We sit on the side
of the road,
counting cars as they
roll past.
Ebullient greens and
melancholy blues,
forlorn grays and
dull blacks
streak past,
fast
as they came.
The wind has picked up
and shadows have
grown longer.
The sun ducks
behind a cloud,
escaping
a whip of wind
dipped in thunder.
A gray car
rolls past.
The clouds are growing
heavier fast.
Finally, the rainspell
is cast.
Another gray car
rolls past.
The sun peeks out from beneath
its veil of overcast.
Here comes a green car,
rounding the bend
and speeding away,
not keen to stay.
The sun abandons
the rainy sky.
A blue car
passes by.
We sit on the side
of the road,
idly counting cars
and watching
as life strolls past.