Read, Amber, green.
The lights don’t change like they used to.
The sequence is the same, but the message is clearer.
Cacophonies are blinding
To those who cannot see;
Traffic is moving
To the incapacitated.
Tinged with habit,
Hindered by the glare as Amber turned to red.
Then red to green.
And back again
The lights still don’t change like they used to.