his worn vintage car quit again
on the cold rainy road into Roma
no one in traffic stopped to assist
Alberto pushed it two hundred yards
then opened the hood
tapped the engine with a hammer
tried the motor again
this time it worked
proving that as with some people
now and then it’s a matter
of getting a machine’s
full attention
Tuesday, December 22, 2009
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This poem made me smile, partly, because of my recent car trouble.
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