Where Are the Snow Tires of Yesteryear?
When I was one and twenty
Changing tires was a cinch.
All it took was muscle,
A car jack, and a wrench.
Now I’m one and seventy
And my face is turning blue:
The lugs won’t budge;
The jack fights back.
Defied by every screw,
The only thing that turns with ease
Is the air. It’s azure too.
Thomas Gonzalez,
Vankleek Hill
