June 30, 2025
June 30, 2025
I spent this day,
working on a car,
that was sold to
an old lady
when it should
have had a better
mechanic than I am,
trying to fine tune
it
with the magic
of plastic.
I will go back
tomorrow
and cuss
some more
the lady,
a Ford executive
assured me,
that the lady’s
only job was
to figure out
where to put parts,
so a shade tree
mechanic
could not get
to them,
without buying
the right tool.
There is
no
right tool
for
poetry.
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love the last line !
Thank you, poet…
“
“There is
no
right tool
for
poetry.”
You said it! It’s been great reading your work this month!
With S. L. and Shaun on:
“There is
no
right tool
for
poetry.”
Ha. Well done. Solid.
Enjoyed your poetry—you obviously can craft tools from the wilderness to trap poems and make them sing.
Great poem! The frustration is real!