these days, that the car won't
start.
the engine not turning
over on a cold winters
day.
half the time
i forget how to even unlatch
the hood,
let alone
hooking up cables
for a recharge.
in the old days, you'd
look out the window
at men
putting chains around
their tires,
running the engine
until
there was a path to roll out.
checking the oil,
the anti-freeze.
they'd dig a path in
case they had to go somewhere
for cigarettes and beer.
a piece of red meat.
a newspaper.
this winter storm was nothing.
no fear.
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