And Moses parted the traffic on Ventura Boulevard…
During rush hour.
And a lone wayfarer
Left the safety of the northern curb
And skittered in terror
To the Promised Land on the southern side.
And there he wandered forty steps
To fulfill a commandment:
Thou shalt seek a cheese and jalapena bagel.
And thou shalt have it slathered
With cream cheese.
And like manna from heaven, ye shall eat.
And the wayfarer saw that it was good.
But when he was done, Moses had left
And Ventura Boulevard was still a roiling ribbon
Of angry traffic, chasing the dream.
So returning safely to the northern curb
Would have to wait for Divine Intervention.