Ode To My Truck II


Old and battered
Wrecked and reborn
Therapy for another

Even when disabled
Now two years hence
My truck refused to aquiesce

It cranked though it was declared junk,
Rolled despite a crushed fender
And radiator.

It rested for two years
In a friends garage awaiting
A new purpose

Spawned by jobs collapsing
Like its crumpled fender

His keeper confused and angry
Found life and desire
With every fender pull
Every hood pound bend and jump
Every shade tree mechanic trick
Until it started and rolled anew

My truck's saviour walks a little straighter
A sense of accomplishment imprinted
With each step

As I touched the rough and bumpy fender
I felt a rush of loss made whole
And smiled



Poetry by Kee Zealy The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-10 at 20:07

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melanie sue
When I first read the first few lines, I thought, "oh my, this describes me!" lol
If only doctors were this good. I loved this!But I told you already :)
2009-04-11



Ah, the zen of auto repair. My father was an auto mechanic and he never looked happier than when he was bent over a hood.

I think these lines are excellent:

His keeper confused and angry
Found life and desire
With every fender pull
Every hood pound bend and jump
2009-04-10