Construction is an unending part of the road system as far as I can tell. Something always needs to be resurfaced, widened, or some inexplicable other thing.
It always takes longer than they promise, and as soon as they’re done, they start again.
The sheer amount of cars on the road in my area of Texas doesn’t help. Especially as many of them are jacked-up, extended cab, enormous trucks. (With truck nuts. Why, people? Why? I do not want to see that at the light. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, consider yourself lucky. I’m not putting a link here.)
Still, roads are pretty amazing. I especially like the look of overpasses–concrete ribbons curling and intersecting, peeling away and coming together.
Except when I can’t figure out which way to go, and am trapped in repeating loops.
* * * *
instead of miles an hour
Painted metal hulls
trapped bumper to bumper
skeletons of overpasses
ending in open air
Only time will connect
concrete and steel sweeping up and away
wheels curving to follow the arc
finally in motion
The city falling below
as often as not