Sorry for the inconvenience
A deep red plastered against a white board.
A laceration, on the road
again
The smell of asphalt is still in the air,
the stygian stain of last week’s patch up job
yet to assimilate
A placebo – it will seem better
but it will not cure the festering
indifference
The roads are trying to speak
the pits and holes are a language
I am learning to read
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