Yum. Extraordinarily free free-verse. I dug the uncapitalized, unpunctuated-except-at-end-of-stanza flow of this, especially in the context of highway and oil. Fluidity of texture was appropriate. The words themselves had a lovely dark-urban-rain feeling. Loved the lines beginning 'past, beyond, below,' flowing into
'to some sense of central
where everything is the same
just as it really is
sliding into oil and cement
and the tyranny of a yellow line
with so little give.'
Idea of a tyrannical yellow line is a perfect ending to the stanza. Felt so good to read. Why is this not yet commented upon?