It’s 12:24 and I’m sitting in a red chair
Looking out at red city lights
Watching a red-headed woman throw her head back and
Part her red lips
To let out a silver laugh.
It’s 12:25 and I’m sitting in a silver chair.
Looking out at silver city buildings
Watching a little girl’s silver tear roll down her red cheek
And land on her mother’s green scarf.
It’s 12:26 and I’m sitting in a green chair
Looking out at the once-green sidewalks
Watching an old man’s green coat sleeve flap against his cracked red hand
As it wildly grasps for a silver cane.