a darkened place where
they take
my car
and lift it off the ground
for the yearly
inspection.
it's the same
man
from last year.
but his tooth is repaired,
i notice.
he has a greasy
rag in his back
pocket,
and a travel
magazine to Bali.
he's wearing glasses.
he could be young
or old,
it's hard to tell.
he's neither happy or
unhappy,
he just is,
as one car after another
comes to him
and his lift.
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