Turn signal keeps time
Traffic whirls by, horns come in
Rush hour music.
Art Prescription: Everyone is in such a rush. Tempers flare…people lose sight of what’s important in life. For what? Money? Power? …Kindness goes a lot further.
Mushroom stands upright
Close to the ground, knows purpose
Aggressive plants yell.
Art Prescription: On the very crowded bus ride home, I was thinking about how each person goes about their days getting their needs met. We are all so different. Emotion is contagious…drama is quite exhausting.
Standing room only
Bus full of weary workers
Homeward bound for eve.