RED TO GREEN

(Image source: WallpaperFlare.com)

Busy streets, honking cars,

Steady stream of smog all hours,

Wide-spread palms,

Begging brazenly for alms.

Seated in a ford,

Listening to tuned cords,

Patient for red to turn green,

Efficient birds smearing preen,

Under the gaze of hypocritical me,

Did I see a small she?

She with audacity,

Knocked at my tinted glass.

An intruder into my daydream,

I wished she would pass.

Awaiting for me to journey,

From reel to real,

Unsure whether to ignore,

Or fill her bowl with cereals.

I fished for a sterling,

I noticed hidden in her bosom a nestling?

Craving for some shade,

And relief from prejudices all man-made?

Provoked by the green,

Did the Ford stir up dust?

Leaving far behind,

Those ebony eyes of lust.

Positive realization dawned upon me,

Of hesitance to meet again.