the man waxing his car,
bent over in the sun,
polishing each inch
with something akin to love,
or worship.
made her think from
the window, watching him,
how kind he could be
with metal, with leather,
the panes of glass,
giving even the tires
a sheen of gloss.
this strangely,
gave her hope.
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