Learning Complacency

Five comes after four ten more and it's fourteen
But not fiveteen but rather fifteen the young chap
Spins in numbers, new to the art of order
Sitting on the fattest and last branch of the only tree
In Tulip Grove apartments strip of grass called lawn
The boy eyes the rows of cars stacking themselves
In order promptly at the stop light He begins the count
When the light's freshly red 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7
In another world he would be counting trees and shrubs
But he was past counting to one quite some time ago
And this was really all there was
Order counting calling objects by their right name
The cars contain no humans
They are red #1 white#2 blue #3
and nothing meant anything
more.