The Stop Light

I stand at an intersection A flashing light above my head Red Yellow Green Over and over again Never ending Watching the empty roads Animals run by Never noticing its endless work Weeds and dust blow by in the breeze Floating away without stopping Am I the only one to stop? To look? To notice? I watch I have to feel admiration This machine left alone Nowhere Minutes, hours, days, years Working, waiting for someone to take notice But, does it even want to be seen? Does it care? Or is it happy in the middle of its own world?