Sitting watching cars speed past
moving rapidly towards destinations
different as their fleeting colors

With snarling exhaust derisively blatant
a vivid red streak weaves among pastels
whose blue, green and yellow journey
seems hampered by this mad beasts’
reckless plunging that causes them
to scatter like leaves in a winter gale

I ache to touch that fragmented rainbow
to become one with those flirtatious hues
they seem a kaleidoscope of life’s colors
that tantalize me as a flame does a moth
stretching out toward something beyond reach
hampered in hope by changing shades of gray

Wind from their passage buffets my spirit
and I wonder what lies behind darkened windows
of a sedate, slow moving black limousine