A crater opens up across the road.
Passersby leap aside
as cars slow but nevertheless spew water, gravel, asphalt
onto the verge, now hidden under a dirty white blanket.
The substrate wears away to reveal
Rounded metal, dark and gray with a dull gleam.
A suburban attack vehicle ignores the hole,
Hits it with a heavy “thunk.”
The detritus subsides.
The hole reveals tilted glass reflecting a mackerel sky.
A Mini Cooper appears.
Soon Lake Avenue will have a new speed bump.