The hug of tyres

I just kept looking out of the window
and let the leaves wave Hello.
A man on a red bike cycled by
and his spokes kind of blinked at me.
The tarmac smiled at the hug of tyres.
The tarmac didn’t smile. Tarmac can’t smile.
I like to imagine the air gossiping
about all of us sat inside looking back
at the air gossiping about all of us.
Maybe the tarmac did smile.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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