Poem for a Tuesday Morning

Slate's weekly poem, posted this morning, is a little piece by one Stephen Burt called "Dulles Access Road". It's well enough put though it covers pretty heavily visited ground ("We are untrained / to manage even the pace / at which we live"). I'd find it a lot less effective if the cab ride to Dulles he jumps off from didn't overlap the bulk of my morning drive to the office. Or rather run parallel to it, without the toll.