Cyclists rule the roost here and reign
so supreme as dogs and wintry masks
and here the car-independent is seen
as idolatry: a fading star.
Joggers, hikers with whiskers, the off-key Klezmer musician
mix in a near student revenue.
Here life is by the second,
a soul is near Thebes uncontrollable.
The public aorta ought to
pump vehicular blood–
the retiree simmers in his and her near independence
what was to morning-be -–is inconsistent.
Rolling wheel and canine cast no glance
and what chance–this age of steel
and risk and mix
of confusion, and maddening cast glance
auto and the superficial.
Merchant Square squanders
tourist and local
readjust the trifocal.
Live oaks with winnowy razor-sharp edged leaf,
wren: the Virginia wren so bubbly and chubby
seeks the venomous William and Mary spider
as if Lucifer hid under the Mockingbirds song to grief.
Here strife is a bitter morning stir.
Tom Jefferson, merely 16 years of age
trod this confusion when it was mere sod.