A lonely Goodyear cries
Discarded in paradise
Wheelwell fills with tears
that winter turns to ice
No more asphalt kisses
No more roadkill swerves
No more carwash tickles
Nor smoking red light shrieks
Morning mist does not replace
sweet stench of steaming sewers
Those first December flakes
tread once loved to crunch
bring no roadsalt stew to munch
There is no comfort
in outlasting living neighbours
Beetles and Fireflies
Mustangs and Pintos
Hornets and Eagles
Names from a manmade past
Their highways are not a tire's
They travel well without him
White letters crack and fade
as sun and seasons turn,
but beneath the name, a dream
of one day swinging from tree branch
and hearing shrieks again
c) C. Butler 2005
