Tuesday, December 1, 2009: Notcot #26715 (Post number 350!)

Resilience

This tire came from a tree.
A curved blade shaved
a strip of bark, winding

around the trunk, a whittled
barber pole, a study in
exteriors. Latex seeps

along the cut. And still,
the tree is fine, we slice
it almost every other day.

Latex drips out like overturned
correction fluid, and we
siphon it, keep it, praise it

for its ability to be changed,
its resilience. We wrap wheels
in its buoyant embrace, or

compile and compress it
into an eraser, a marvelous
tool for removing, resurfacing.