Riffing on comments from residents who dare to reside beside a thoroughfare.
Ennui is rare on De la Vina Street –
Few stop signs or lights inhibit speeding,
Cross town frustration sends danger breeding –
Brave are the ones who cross it with two feet,
Stalwart are those who cruise it on a seat,
Hauntingly downhill, a slippery slope,
Resistant to change, its residents cope –
Road kill the proof that their street is bleeding.
De la Vina is a stem of the vine,
An artery of the town’s ebb and flow,
A place where our past and future combine
Into one scary train wreck of a show –
A Santa Barbara that hates to slow down
And misses the beauty all over town.