Amber

Amber believes in being neutral Or more correctly Has been placed in a position to make it appear That that is its truth Pure amber neutrality Here, in the dizzying come and go Amber, being in the middle Observes a most careful disinterestedness Plays referee in the roundabout between red and green Amber from its vantage winks Among the many millions stops and goes Because amber knows from the bottom of its amber That even creatures made in God's image Even something as smart And as special And as serious as that Has to be told when to stop Has to be told when to go Or the monuments to gregarious That we call cities Would become huge falling-apart, hopelessly-snarled Bumper-to-bumper, horn-blasting monuments to traffic jam If amber would be on all the time Staring, neutral amber Death to a million angry, biased horns