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.