I have a love/hate relationship with LA freeways. They are constantly unpredictable, predictably overcrowded, unnecessarily complicated, outdated and constantly under construction…and they connect me to my children and grandchildren.

Maybe this poem begins to capture some of those contradictions.

LA Traffic

The stutter-step of LA traffic

inches along

ribbons unspool

crisscrossing the city

braided twisted snarled

Arteries, veins, capillaries

lifeblood of connection

flows along miles of roadways

lub-dubbing in time

to the city’s breath

You can hate it, avoid it

or go with the flow

especially when family

is at the other end

®Douillard