Knight of the Red Octagon

Every morning you drop off your kid
and I am the idiot standing with a stop sign
hoping I have octagonal super powers.
Is there room for cars
in a parking lot crosswalk?

My heart quickens
blood spurts through arteries
people speed through streets
surrounded by bacterial colony
within colony
ad infinitum.
Every orbit of hearts
moving in symphony.

We are traffic jammed
all rushing to feed
the next generation of trees.

So, what's your hurry?