poem of the day 03.15.10

tires

tires
on the pavement
all kinds
buses
cars
trucks
and bikes
listening to them
i am reminded
of that single room
in that communal
apartment
with little more than
lamplight
and cigarettes
the sounds of tires
on the pavement
without sleep
with a hunger
that i couldn’t control
all those years ago
and many thing behind
me now
that had yet to come