Traffic is
each man’s car
wanting its share of the road
Traffic is
the reminder
that city life
is each man, mostly, for himself
Traffic is
the measure of deserted rural lives
grappling for the honour
of returning home
somebody
Traffic is
how rich they are
how poor most are
Traffic is
not merely a waste of time
a breaking of spine
Traffic is
a nation’s death
our communal suicide
– from the people’s dictionary
#makewego is the new poetry collection on the blog. The collection shares my daily commuting stories. They are mostly first or second draft poems. Read the first two poems in the collection. Enjoy the rest of your week😘😘😘
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