Toward streets
Like mountain streams,
And cars,
Like sticks in the current,
Are drawn nose first
Downstream.
The river roads slide along
Past fields and forest,
Farms and towns-
They swell,
They overflow,
Expanding and adding lanes.
Cruisers bask on their banks
Like hungry crocs.
Every freeway a watershed.
Every road a tributary.
And like so much sediment
From upstream
The traffic flows out
Into Los Angeles.
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