I have long been accustomed to this street –
pavement on the left, asphalt on the right;
of a lifeguard, a wonder for birds,
observer of footsteps and haste,
of early yawns and hungry smiles.
At sunrise and sunset I blink in synchrony –
to the stress of sleeping drivers,
and to the aid of deer and foxes;
but I am there – at the end of the town,
a traffic light of human errors.