Ode to Downtown PDX (with apologies to Joyce Kilmer)

I think that I shall never see,
My destination in front of me.

Oh one way street to dead end lead
From this hell ne'er to be freed
Last week's route is this week's trap
Surprised brakes squeal a thunderclap.

Yon web of orange mesh tells no tale
Of travelers snared and held for bail
To rescue friends does one dare creep
Or beg to signal with two beeps?

Someday on its new-paved breast,
Traffic of all breeds will flow and rest
To each type a careful lane
A snarl unknotted, the crazed made sane.

(just not today)

(c) 2007 ~Su. All rights reserved