satisfying
about washing and waxing the car.
to have it done,
shining
in the Saturday
sun, beneath
the shade of an oak tree.
the oil changed,
the tires
inflated,
the little Christmas tree
scent
hanging from
the mirror. a smile
comes to your face
as you stand back
with a chamois rag in your
back pocket,
hands on your hips.
you are young again.
sixteen, perhaps.
happy.
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