asphalted road losing its shine
cracks here, there everywhere
few potholes appeared this winter
not well traveled road; dwellings
residents, postman, joggers pass
occasional fedex or ups trucks
today a big road scraper showed
with sharpest blade i can imagine
removing two inches thickness
like cutting butter; cookie monster
equip with huge vacuum cleaner
that's my tax working for better
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