Thursday, March 1, 2018

A Sure Sign


A Sure Sign

There are minor signs about.
Birds are singing in the trees.
Warm weather is calling, "Come out!"
Crocuses are buzzing with bees.

But the real sign that spring has arrived
is right here at my feet.
Not much of the road has survived--
just potholes where there ought to be street.

So... I hit a newly-formed crater.
My car lurched and jerked and sighed.
I knew it would happen, sooner or later.
My front tire hit a pothole and died.

Now, I've got a flat, and my axle is bent.
I think I heard laughter from the birds in the air.
My tire hit a pothole, and it's spent!
(Happy Spring to you! Aren't you glad that it's here?)
Well... at least, I do have a spare.


19 comments:

  1. Oh...love your poem and the crocuses (I think that's what they are)... I was wondering if you were anywhere near the flooding - i don't know what part of the start you live in but just that a lot of areas are flooding. Hope all is well.

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  2. Hi Sandy! No, I don't live near the flooding. There was quite a bit of flooding around Cincinnati which is in the southern part of the state. I am in Akron in the Northeast corner of Ohio. All is well here. Thank you for asking! :)

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    1. oh thanks - i was wondering every time i saw the news. Glad all is well and spring is coming your way.

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  3. Love the poem and I hope you're doing ok in this weather. Happy First Day of March and let's hope spring arrives soon and stays. love your crocuses.

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  4. Cute poem, Connie! If the broken axle and flat tire incident actually happened to you, sorry about that! Knock on wood, we don't have much in the way of potholes around here. (But the birds DO laugh at me!)

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  5. Oh, another wonderfully descriptive poem! You bring real life happenings to us with your words. Glad you had a spare!

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  6. Uh oh! What a rude surprise!

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  7. Even a flat cannot stop the excitement of Spring! I feel the same

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  8. I did not see your twisty bumpy poem perspective of spring coming. Perfect. Hope the birds sing pretty once your flat is fixed and you are cruising into spring. Happy Friday!

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  9. Oh no, we live in pot hole country also and I tread slowly over my old road waiting for it to happen. hugs, lj

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  10. Oh no! This is so true: "Potholes where there ought to be street." Same here in St. Louis. Hurry spring! Sorry about your car troubles.

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  11. Incredibly done dear Connie!!!
    i so enjoyed the way you waved the daily life in poetry :)

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  12. Well that sure is frustrating. How rude of the birds. I AM glad you have a spare. May no more potholes disrupt your journeys, but I admire your ability to make art of an annoying situation.

    Have a great week, Connie.

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  13. Connie, I hope that this poem wasn't based on a true incident that happened to you and just poetic license. Glad to read that you were not affected by the flooding in Ohio. We were safe as well here in Nashua, NH. Thanks for the well wishes on the sale of our VA home.

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  14. Hi Connie, Oh, I am sorry about your tire. Our street is full of potholes too. This is a very cute poem. We are enjoying signs of spring also. xoxo Mildred

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  15. I love this poem :) and the photo! Hope you were spared the flooding. Sorry for my absence!

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  16. Oh goodness- yes! Potholes abound here after all this rain we have had.

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  17. I love this poem. Sorry about the flat tire. But I sure did enjoy reading this poem.

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  18. Thanks all for your kind comments!

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