Obstaculitis

Congested traffic Friday afternoon
was neighbor-notable at half past 2.
My amble was at normal pace, but soon
I overtook 4 dozen cars. A slew
of drivers changed their course by yaw and skew,
but I proceeded happy on concrete.
I never passed the cause of clog, but knew
the liberty of unobstructed feet.

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