Flat tire
the pop sound was hollow
like a giant pulling the inside of his cheek
with his two fingers – the car tire
punctured
then thwhawp-thwhawp-thwhawp a flapping
like the throat of a mainsail caught in a bitter wind
I pulled the car over
relieved a side street was available
for sanctuary to inspect the damage
it was easy to spot – a large gold hook
eye wide staring up at us then the hiss
of an evil with post-curse hissssssss
the tire flattened as we watched
our skin sweating in the swelter of
afternoon sun and we learned how
to change a tire – it was invigorating
the spare painted yellow like a shy flower
holds up the back of the vehicle
does its best to move us
knowing its adventure is temporary
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VANESSA SHIELDS, writer 
Great poem Vanessa, we’ve all “ been there”
Sent from my iPad
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