who would ever
lift a swampy old tire from the river
and smell its innerbelt
let the road print mark you
without thinking of the billion
grains of dust
that tire swallowed
or the warm tar
black ice
traveled
before being doused
in holy water
--- e b bortz
(published in earth notes and other poems, Least Bittern Books, 2015)
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