Friday, April 11, 2008
Stuck in traffic makes me write poetry
So, the worst part of my commute is the 14th Street Bridge. I can spend 30 minutes on that thing, or leading up to it. (If you don't live in DC, "that bit leading up to it"= The Pentagon) When my commute is traffic free, like when I go to work on Saturday mornings, it takes a total 15 minutes. Not the bridge, the WHOLE commute, of which the bridge is a measly few blocks out of 10 miles.
Today was not that bad but I was stuck on the bridge for awhile. It's sunny and warm here, and the bridge leads up to the Jefferson Memorial, so I wrote this haiku in my car.
Cherry blossom rain
Makes way for unfurling leaves
The river sparkles
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