Poem: The only alien around

Watching cars haul by...
On the dual way
Engine sounds...
Dominate the early day

White, red, blue, black...
Cars are passing front and back
I am- it seems, the only alien around...
As cars pass swiftly toward their grounds

Humans naturally they seem....
Big wheelers, sedans, and enormous cranes
all on their way...destiny deem
rolling by softly to their aim

The sidewalks are getting exciting too...
Pedestrians working vigorously those handy shoes
It's the morning rush....

Laborers to their workstations gush

The normal daily wheel show...
Silently I stood...watching low

Gears shifting...fuel flowing
Brakes noticeably absent...all are indeed going

Dennis Dames Island Treasure Poetry