Flat Tire, Nine P.M., Beginning To Rain

wave broken, ashore, detritus in the gutter,
streetlight is tiger face,
each store displays and wind trips words

everyone has washed away, everyone
has ascended and become

this vehicle belongs to the past
and the action of events has rendered it

metamorphosis is a cloak on the rocks,
disguises the prestidigitations of time
and lives between

granite and sand, sand and granite
and granite and sand, sand and granite

and a flat tire on a spring evening,
while leaving one event for the other