work
on the car out in front of the house
a third
one appears.
moe, larry and now curly
are here.
doing their best
to realign
the computer, calibrate
the cameras
and other mysterious connections
that are no longer working
because of their installation
of a cracked windshield.
it's like waiting for a baby
to be born.
the doctor studying an old manual
while holding a pair
of rusted tongs.
i pace the floor,
smoking,
putting my hands through
my thick head
of suddenly greying hair.
it's a long day.
i tap my foot as i stare out
the window.
the wind is blowing.
seasons are changing.
finally the knock on the door
comes.
we're sorry, but we can't
fix it, they say together,
you have to make an appointment
with the shop
where shemp will try to get
it done.
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