of the tire
losing
air.
i go out and stare
at the bulging
rubber
nearly flat
on the road.
a pin hole
of anil
stuck
between the treads
somewhere.
come on,
i tell it, giving
it a kick.
stick with it.
just hold
your
breath for a mile or
two
longer.
get us down this
old
old road.
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