THE DRIVEWAY SOURCE

Driveways tumble down
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 the ocean named Los Angeles.