Ode To A Pothole on 22nd Street

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    Ode To A Pothole on 22nd Street


    Sudden thud, the tire bouncing up again.

    We were not meant to pass here
    carelessly.

    Fixes, patches and pavings,
    year after year
    after season after season,
    perpetual flashing arrow.

    It points to
    Something
    must be there
    beneath the asphalt, cement, gravel, sand and clay -
    Demands our attention.

    A man knelt in prayer
    (manifest destiny)
    Hands raised in worship
    (trail of tears)
    stillborn on the journey west
    (the promised land)
    A widows garden of love letters.
    (divided we fell)

    Something.

    We are not meant to pass so quickly.

    Evasion, avoidance
    A brief backwards glance
    will not folly mend
    nor prevent.

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    IAMLIKEU commented on Ode To A Pothole on 22nd Street

    05-16-2009

    VERY DEEP. THE ROAD WE ARE COLLECTIVELY ON IS CAPTURED IN YOUR POEM.

    kenparme commented on Ode To A Pothole on 22nd Street

    12-13-2008

    I would rate this poem much higher-I like your choice of wording and the message it brings--very good.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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