Poems on the topic: tire

Poems on the topic “tire” on Poets.by.

AnxiousDave Bonta

Salt

The highway’s tar has been bleached by a winter’s worth of salt, and in the mid-day sun it almost shines. I squint at the shapes on the shoulder— here the humped corpse of some salt-lover, there a fetal curl of flayed tire.

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