the ignition works just fine
on good days
the occasional tune up
costs a bit
so I save up
and psych up
for the necessary
duty
to keep the motor
singing
usually a routine for the holidays
meanwhile
the clean
the shine and polish
are left to the rain
and the sunshine
with varying degrees of success
there are a few damaged bits
courtesy of certain distances
and certain places
I didn't really want to go
but still
they hang together
and look kinda close
to what they once were
the day when I can
re
tire
the wheels
is on my bucket list
but I think there's a hole in my bucket
NOTE
Photo is of micro community art on a garden wall outside the Kingston Arts Centre at Moorabbin, an inner suburb of Melbourne
Linking to: dVerse ~ trip the poem fantastic
