by Arianne Tong

Created on: June 28, 2009

Letter to City Maintenance: Potholes

The road is dug deep
With ghastly gaping holes, like
Gashes on the skin, scarring
The surface and all that lies beneath.

I fear I may fall
In, one day, if I fail
To veer in time before
The vexing void.

Everywhere I see
Spaces where did they
Come from? Which Soul
Squanders this course?

Everyday I travel to
And fro, up and down
This way, wearing down
The treads of my wheels.

Please, fill those spaces,
But so that I cannot see them;
So I can't tell they were there
All these terrible tremulous years

Or Build A New Road Altogether.

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