bused around eyes open.
needed an oil change, not me, the car.
that sort of service wasn’t what we noticed
before we had a vehicle.
in Rome nothing is easy.
i asked friends, several.
a bus ride took us along likely avenues
found a place, we’ll give it a try.
need oil drained,
the correct new oil put in
and a replacement filter, yet i know
in Rome nothing is easy.
discarded the idea of the place we found
drove out of the city.
found another oil changer
on the old salt road.
the guy was quick, kind and did it right.
when a job is complete i can relax
for it seems, for a while, that
everything in Rome is easy.
Tuesday, April 26, 2011
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Hi Jack,
I like the way the poem takes the reader through sharing your stress, to a feeling of relaxation.
I also like rhythmic lines like these: "found another oil changer on the old salt road" I don't know where or what the old salt road is, but I don't need to- it sounds like the perfect place to find your oil changer.
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