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