Flat Tire
In my urban habitat,
On a bridge’s ramp,
Heard a noise like rat-a-tat,
Giving me a cramp.
Taxi driver passed my way,
Pointing to my wheel;
Couldn’t hear, with traffic’s fray,
What miles would soon reveal.
Soon I felt familiar thumps –
Oh no! My tire is flat!
Riding over highway bumps
Tempts rubber to go splat.
Slowly rolled to a garage
Where they made a switch.
Gratitude in me loomed large,
But isn’t life a *****?
Just in case we think it’s not,
There’s plenty to remind us
That even days that hit the spot
Hide havoc, which will find us.
Could have been a whole lot worse
If fate did so conspire;
Still, my day became adverse
When I blew out my tire.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2013
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