Detour
Detour in the road - keep left;
An unexpected fork
Took us on a wooded journey.
We were somewhere in New York.
We likely chose the way that was
The one that was mistaken,
So here we are, an hour later,
Feeling quite forsaken.
A stream of cars ahead of us
And equally behind,
All inching on except for those
With U-turns in their mind.
A mile to go, or so it says,
Until the Thruway link.
What’s up ahead I do not know,
Afraid to even think.
Another fine example of
A nice day gone awry,
With nothing we can do
Except to shake our heads and sigh.
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