They Are Re-Doing the Road by Lou H. Second

The trucks of Mailmiss Road keep on clanking

their load on the grab, raging clunk of a victor

triumphing round the clock.

I want to throw a pebble in, random grey button

of rock that couldn’t resist parting with the aging

block that is Earth.

Not on top of this veneer of civilization though,

just within the mix at the risk of seasoning a small

bite of the asphalt.

The stone resting on my thumb, ready to take

the jump, I stand still, nosing the fumes of the

newborn road.

It looks perfect, perfect to be walked on and walked

in. So I leave, well away from the melting bitumen,

pebble in pocket.

One pip close to being someone.

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Lou is French and has spent the last decade in London and Brussels. He is literally married to the USA. After studying and working in a different field, he decided to focus on creative work in 2021. His work has appeared in The Dillydoun Review.