Poetry Wednesday: 210 to the 5 & Back Again

I've dusted off the mothball sweat for this one:

210 TO THE 5 & BACK AGAIN

In Los Angeles,

at 2 a.m.,

the freeways,

usually crowded

capillaries

of human

interaction,

are dry

with only

spots

of headlights.

I am frozen

with

exhaustion,

and the

vacant

five-lane

strips

remind me,

along with

only

a smat-

tering of

residential

light:

I should be

home

asleep &

dreaming,

the delicate swish

of freeway

soothing my mind

like oceanic

whispers-

delicate

delicate

there:

that's

won-

der-

fu-

l

.