Getting to Work

A drove in the distance
Growing
Then a burst of pattern,
A sudden swarm;

A monotone kaleidoscope
Frozen
Bumpers together
Masking pavement.

Stuck, like the brick box buildings
Jammed, stalled, but unquiet
Restless metal,
Fluid mobile rubber and glass.

To wade, but linger, dawdle, dwindle
The transit, with success,
This lapse in the journey
Tugging pavement.

Joined, distorted chrome,
To each other
As remoras, clinging
Glued to the smoke, under sun, stale air.

To arrive, adept travelers,
Bright and able
Through the silt,
The molten plumed silt;

Gigged remoras, caught
Rolling, stopped, rolling, stopped.