Thursday, March 6, 2014

Work in Progress














Photo by RP Thomas


Starting the Bus

The Chevrolet kicked up dust
as Big Mike pulled up in front of
the house on Colver Road near Talent.

A few chips of caked rust fell from
the trunk as Mike pulled the cables out
of his toolbox.  Where’s Tex? he grumbled.

Tex had to leave, Lizzie said, something
had happened at the tavern; a fridge broke
down and Sam, that clown, couldn’t fix it.

I know Sam, Big Mike offered, and he can be
kind of dumb, but you don’t ever want to
sit with him at poker.  Lizzie blushed and

Picked up a brush that lay beside Mike’s
hammer; his head spun and he wanted to run
when Lizzie moved too close for comfort.

Soon nature took over and the sun shone bright.
Turning a wrench left with all his might, Mike
realized he’d best turn it right—small wonder.

Big Mike’s head felt light when the Harvester
started to hum.  Because a mechanic was Mike,
and not a bum—he adjusted the carburetor.

Leaving the Chevy with Lizzie, he drove away fast.
What in the hell had happened just then?  Big
Mike wondered, speeding safely away at last.


TS

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