Saturday, December 21, 2024

we can fix this

i'd see my father
out on the street staring
at the engine
of his car,
the hood up on the blue
Chevrolet.
sometimes he had a cup
of coffee with
him,
some tools,
maybe a small radio
would be playing.
i'd get dressed and go
out and stare
into the engine with him.
happy as a clam
to do so.
we can fix this, i'd
quietly say.

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