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Ode to Traffic

Updated on July 23, 2017

Ode to Traffic


like the bloom of

the morning glories

you appear in front of me on the horizon

between the freeway lines

like the caterpillar

crawls up the precipice of

stones in the sun and

behind me

snake by me sometimes

tall as buildings

slipping through

shipping lanes

with colorful designs

that sail on

your sideways

steel doors and the tires

that fathom over the cement

moving under me

with the music on the radio

and the foghorn sun

ebbing up the horizontal

mountains.

You are a magnificent city

to me the travelers

passing the guardrails

that reef the roadside

in little lights that shine

under glass obscure

zephyr past me

and the sirens call

flickering their lights and seep up

in the view behind me

the lanes slipping apart

like some maroon ocean

and the silver and green

and blue and red cars

wave back into

until we are all jettison forward

at the same speed

and the moving traffic

is like a calm

sea swell



My morning traffic

that familiar city

I visit after a night’s wane

and before dawn’s crest

vehicles surf towards

a shore that is constantly

fleeting

to the lighthouse sunrise

my fellow travelers

who I sometimes see

in the mirror

in the dawn

and the cascade

of the caravan

travelers that

ship by me in their

tiny cars

some of them fixing their

hair in mirrors

watering by me

like the salmon slipping upstream

my fellow citizens

heading to their

destinations

in my morning traffic a little

moving always on a map

navigating the freeway

to the shores with names

written on the

signs by the roadside

always familiar strangers to me

who I greet silently

and miss

when I have reached

my own still waters

and left the reefs

behind me

my motor foaming

to a standstill

the air quiet

as a shelf of shells.

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    • Debangee Mandal profile image

      DEBANGEE MANDAL 4 weeks ago from India

      A very rhythmic poem. I loved reading it.

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      Finn Liam Cooper 4 weeks ago from Los Angeles

      thank you lori...it is rough draft and i made some small changes

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      Lori Colbo 4 weeks ago from Pacific Northwest

      Loved this.

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      Finn Liam Cooper 4 weeks ago from Los Angeles

      thanks Coffee. I've always wanted to write an Ode

      :)

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      Louise Powles 4 weeks ago from Norfolk, England

      I enjoyed reading your poem. I like Sunday mornings when the roads are quiet from traffic. =)