Prompt (Ana): Green: The Man from Namibia II

When the Chinook winds blow
from the west he starts riding to nowhere
while I sleep fitfully against an acoustic backdrop
of groaning tree trunks, wildly jangling wind chimes,
the sirens of fire trucks woohwaah in their search
for the non-existent entrance to our neighborhood.
his green flag whips in the wind, his wheels
wobble as they spin; in all this din all he can do
is helplessly spin in the wind, like so many
tumbleweeds rolling this way and that
across the lonely highway.