A Street's Lament

Tire marks leave residue at the mercy of

its cemented body.

Holes drilled by construction workers

battle against its tough exterior.

 

A disturbance known too well.

A disturbance always there,

present

in an everlasting existence.

 

Construction working diligently,

unaware,

uncaring.

Grimy hands repainting cracks.

Yellow paint strokes re-added.  

 

Streets understand

those pounding giants above them,

pushing deeper…

into the earth beneath.