Friday, March 18, 2016

poem of the day March 18


It was a miracle
the tractor started
with no voodoo ritual
No swearing
Not even a kick of the tires
Just a simple oil change
Made me think
maybe I had
become a machine whisperer
I'll know tomorrow
when it is on
to the rototiller
May the oil be
fusion instead
of delusion 

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