A Curse on South Keys
a found poem, circa late 2020, in the words
of CBC Ottawa’s traffic specialist, Doug Hempstead
Briefly busy on Bronson.
A bit weird on the ramps.As many as three collisions.
No lingering construction.Things are heavy from Little Italy to…
about… Maitland. Eastbound,that’s just awful. Oh my
God. Slow, slow,awful and slow. Right
around, uh, right around……what does that
look like to me? Over inGatineau today, O
my goodness, really, reallyhideous. That seems
like a heck of abroken down vehicle.
There’ve been a number ofcollisions—close to twenty!
In some places it’s a peace“shuttle” this morning. There Is
No Train. The 417 is wide openright across the city. Some
sort of curse has befallenSouth Keys. You can see
how that kind of rigamarolecan really slow down
traffic. The 50 is a verygrim thing indeed.
Chaudière’s busy, but it’snot that gross. There’s like
a little Bermuda’s Trianglethere, in Blossom Park. Now
that’s an intersection every-body loves. Good
news for Hog’s Backfolks. It’s not a civil commuter
route, but if you like takinga look at things, slow—
Even Colonel Byis moving. There’s no
traffic right now. You cango there. That’s why
Hallie and I are talking aboutchips and pucks. Folks
are being, perhaps, ahem,a bit careless? All five
bridges are nowwide open. The 417
has been a delightfulnightmare this afternoon.
Watch your stepcoming out the front door. And now,
Doug Hempstead is here with the trafficDoug—
Doug…?
Doug?!Well, no Doug.
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(collected and compiled by Anita Lahey & Henry Good, age 9)
Anita Lahey’s latest book is The Last Goldfish: a True Tale of Friendship (Biblioasis, 2020). She’s series editor for the Best Canadian Poetry anthology, a (long since) past editor of Arc Poetry Magazine, and author of two Véhicule Press poetry collections, as well as The Mystery Shopping Cart: Essays on Poetry and Culture. She lives in Ottawa, on unceded Alongonquin, Anishinabek territory, with her family and their little black cat, Milli. anitalahey.com

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