To look around and to see

Stones that got stepped on by wandering stars
Wind that was shoved aside by speeding cars
Nights that came abruptly, said hello, and left too soon
Joy that got confused somewhere and morphed into A-grade gloom
Chess players, thinking hard, thinking of a move to make
Flowers listlessly standing still, looking for hostages to take,
Children growing up in slow motion, bubbling over like cappuccino froth,
Alternating between excitement and molass-laden sloth
Colors almost there, and almost bare, but all in all they fit
One sees the mess a rainbow makes when a world is wiped with it.