Traffic

Two roads converged to one, grew wide,
And then expanded wider still
Till four were tracking side-by-side
Upon which four abreast could ride
Or pull the rest through wind, uphill–

What’s that up in the road, a head?
No, it’s a fork: The highway’s tines
Divide, and where the path had led
To one place, now two lead instead
To points defining tangent lines

And all at once, the two are three!
Too quickly to each overpass
And off-ramp have we come for me
But so it goes: A family
Cannot forever ride en masse

As two and one and one we wend
Our separate ways through yellow wood
And when we meet, a wall to mend
Or falling snow to watch, pretend
Less crowded roads are just as good

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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2 Responses to Traffic

  1. Jon says:

    Sometime we should discuss the physics of traffic signals. Time, space, and the Higgs Boson. I could use your help collecting my thoughts for a future industry presentation. 🙂 Jon

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