Friday, March 1, 2013


Metal bent and plastics shorn
along the street glitter adorn,
remains of combat vehicular
litter on oiled asphalt and tar.
Quickly towed, no cars remain,
Perhaps some water or other stain,
Why do they not clean up it all?
A message, perhaps of human fall
Until the rain or employed hand
sweep away remnants and sand.

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