Detritis
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 the remnants and sand.
Copyright © Jim Tidd | Year Posted 2013
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