polishing the fender

the world
can be sand paper rough.

a gritty
day of grime and pain.

we try to smooth out the edges
of us.
put a shine
on others.

we do the best we can with
what we have
or know.

the hood, the fenders,
on bended knee we go down
with

the chamois cloth,

we look at the crazy
reflection
of a world

half lost.