Challenging Poetry

puncture

. . . once, while Dad and I
were less than a mile from home,
there was a bang,
and then I thought I heard
a rhythmic hissing as we drove
sss . . . sss . . . sss. . . sss
down the road,
sss . . . sss . . . sss. . . sss
up the drive . . .
sss . . . sss . . . sss. . . sss
so quiet
he couldn't hear, and when
we stopped the car at our house,
I got out and saw the tire
settle to the ground, all the air gone,
and when he tried to put more in,
the hole was the size of a quarter
and we had no clue how we got home
without shredding it
or ruining the rim . . .

Prmopt ▼

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