Sitting in the road

Bright and happy

A safe space

Always there

Never falters

Until the rain comes

Pouring down

Winds howling

Until the cone tips over

Rolling down the hill

Rolling

And rolling

And rolling

Mud covering it

With each tumble

The good times

Seem farther away

And farther away

And farther away

Until all the brightness has gone

Eventually it will be replaced

But not for a time

The DPW is just too busy for that