We pull up to the ruby red
And jerk to a stop
I tap my hand on the side of the car,
Eyes staring intently ahead.
The car hums idly,
All revved up with nowhere to go.
I hold my breath,
Waiting.
Finally
Green.
The color is startling,
Bright.
Where could I find this color in nature?
Yet I see it every day
As we drive under the traffic lights.
I love that peacock, emerald green
That commands us to go forth
Into the night.
And jerk to a stop
I tap my hand on the side of the car,
Eyes staring intently ahead.
The car hums idly,
All revved up with nowhere to go.
I hold my breath,
Waiting.
Finally
Green.
The color is startling,
Bright.
Where could I find this color in nature?
Yet I see it every day
As we drive under the traffic lights.
I love that peacock, emerald green
That commands us to go forth
Into the night.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.
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