Slightly Salty
Winter’s expense
salt crafted chug holes
mis-align my wheels;
the auto-wash has gone
up another fifty cents
during COVID
and I fell on the icy steps.
Salty white skim coats
the roadways;
two inches of solid ice
and a five mile per hour drive
to the grocery
has taken two hours.
No, I don’t think
my soup needs that
condiment today...
now, where did I put the garlic?
3-10-2021
SALT Poetry Contest
Anthony Biaanco
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2021
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