Thursday, April 10, 2008

The Road

the old road’s cracked and rough here
blind potholes out of nowhere
like some sickness
the pavement’s blown
along with my tire
when was this surface last smooth
had to be years ago
when the asphalt was still hot
and steaming
over a bed of fresh gravel
before that it was a track of dirt
but the town had it paved
because of the wild ruts
and loose stone
now after seasons of neglect
it needs repair
and mending
and I bend over exhausted
the two of us the road and I
leaning on my tire


3 Responses to “”

  1. Pam said

    Love your road poem and how you and the road share a common misery. I like that you harkened back to when the road was new and tamed.

  2. dsnake1 said

    yes, i love the ending.

    i also like the images you painted of this small-town americana. (hope i am right about the place. 🙂 )

  3. noahthegreat said

    I really love this.

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