Tire

Hard gunmetal steel,
And thick black rubber:
Dirty with grease and
Grime, lies in the well
Waiting to be plucked,
Screwed, and twisted
Into place where the
Old, flat, and useless
Tire now hangs: stuck.

The smooth and sharp
Black jack raises the
Frame and the deflated
Old, flat tire comes up
Off of the gravel. And
The jack grinds rocks
Under the weight of
The heavy older model.

The pages of the Manual,
Rectangular and tan,
Flip in the breeze
Away from the page
That told just how
To do everything
The right way.

On and secure,
The smaller spare
Will do for the
Short, quick trip
Downtown to the
Mechanic’s shop.