Tarmac

by Ankita Saxena

Sparks crack stars, black
as aardvark abysses, and
art. Arcs trap brash BMWs,
as drag wasps snarl at fast,
craft flaws. Warmth gnaws
at catalysts, snaps at cars’
last mark: Saharan strata
drafts. Crash-clad, A5
bawls at shanty byways, all
caravans and hay carts.
Lazy rays gray; a flash day.
Cars halt at last, as stray
stars fly, and fall, far away.