"Freeway Dawn
Stop-and-go traffic staggers along,
bumper-to-bumper past the brink of dawn
till the raw gaze of the ragged sun
glances off fenders
and glares on the hills.
The news-anchor’s voice keeps nattering on,
like the humming motor or the hissing fan,
and with rapid pulse an arresting tone
pierces right through
each portable cell—
There’s a public listing for this private hell.
But under the brush on bright-edged hills
where pattering feet turn poised by holes,
and high up in haze where hawk-shadows wheel,
and cloudbanks mirror
the colors of dawn,
and even where traffic inches and crawls,
another pulse measures patterns revealed
in balance of limb, in breath held still,
when a moment freezes,
moves, and is gone
like a sudden deer in the slanting sun."
--Paul Douglas Deane in Speculative Poetry and the Modern Alliterative Revival
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