i thought it was tarmacadam as did the passer by
who remarked upon it.
it is not mine, it is the neighbour’s
i know now it is ashphalt
a stronger surface allegedly. the former surace cracked
in danger of breaking up like mine which i prefer.
where flowers seed.
i know that pitch comes from a lake in trinidad
and i like the words bitumen and tar.
i like the aroma and stickiness to poke with sticks