
stopped at a red light
the question that must be asked
how did that get there

stopped at a red light
the question that must be asked
how did that get there

the light shining through
an opening in the clouds
the eye in the sky

don’t tell the cactus
about the polar vortex
blooming in the storm
all can be a joy to the world
just by being who they are

seen at a red light
parasailing on snow board
way to seize the day

patterns in the snow
the shadows won’t linger long
all are in transit