The Pothole on 15th Street

On my way to work,
every day,
there is one spot
somewhere in between K and M,
where the street has given way
to oblivion
and, like the black hole in some
distant galaxy,
it pulls in tire after tire,
gouging the tread.
But not mine, not today.
I am prepared.
Ouch!
I was not as prepared as I thought.