Sunday, December 14, 2025

Imagination at High Speed

 I saw it from a distance
lying still by highway 5,
a wave of sadness hit me
for the thing was not alive, 

Some driver must have struck it
an awful thud, I’m sure,
with darkness and the speed at night
A flash or just a blur,

Closer now I clearly see
the thing that has been struck,
was not at all alive before
but a tire from a truck,

A good-sized piece of rubber
still boasting lots of tread,
but now without a breath of air
it simply lay there dead.

 



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