Rainbows at sunset, roads to follow.
Lined with flowers, cars and noise,
In capitols, in the wild, in back,
The alleyways, the secret ways,
How do we know where to tread lightly?
When should our feet pound the pavement
And fight the oppression that takes
The middle class and the poor from us?
We celebrate the shiny, fountain sprinkling
Water that gives us a drink of hope,
Then take our place, eyes down
Shuffling along as we try to
Keep the noise down so the neighbors
Don't complain. Is this the road of
The future? I step outside and look up
At the soaring bald eagles who were once
Endangered. Their flyways are now healthier.
Our roadways should be healthier, broader,
Wiser, a step firm with resolve, a hand
On the wheel, a place to arrive at.