Wave Lengths

WAVE LENGTHS

Automobiles take toll as urban streets
no way resemble freeway, long delays
show shell to shell pace tortoise slow which beats
the point of transport freedom roundelays.

So many crocodiles from sidewalk bank
tip to stressed tail procession suss out ways
short cuts cut second thoughts, each would gain rank
in dawn to dusk's infernal interplays.

Trafficking influence, chrome status symbols
guzzle gas as traffic jams spread craze,
with here a siren, there crash loud as cymbals,
pedestrian crossing hazardous dismays.

Waves up, down, town, cross-country, all directions,
stop/go, lights glow, car droves snarl intersections.

30 December 2009
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poem by Jonathan Robin
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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