On the Esplanade, Again

I spend a lot of time here.


The river keeps on flowing gently north, below.
Four lanes of freeway traffic rumble south, above.
Bikers, runners, skaters-- all are on the go
as the river keeps on flowing gently north, below.
I sit here on this bench and watch the human show.
How many of these folks have any time for love?
Yet river and freeway fit like hand and glove.
The lanes of freeway traffic, rumbling south above
The lifeblood of the living city that I love--
Left space here for a hedge of wild rose to grow.
Four lanes of freeway traffic rumble south, above.
The river keeps on flowing gently north, below.