i'd raise the hood of the old car
a brown
chevy
handed down
three or four times
to repair or replace,
the oil pump.
the plugs and points,
the water pump.
the shocks,
the fan belts, there
was always something wrong,
a battery gone
dead. a leak,
a light out,
but i had the tools,
the time, and felt that the car
had good bones.
i was willing to learn
with little money to take
it to a garage.
so i fixed it on my own.
but now, so many years
later, i can't find
the latch to open the hood
on this new car,
or turn the dome
light on.
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