“I can make
a poem out
of anything,”
the poet bragged,
standing in the second bay
of Green’s garage
as grease-covered Henry
leaned into the open mouthed maw
of a 1971 Dodge Dart.
He straightened himself out
from under the hood –
stretched
and swore
as his steel wrench
slipped from his fingers and
dropt
to the concrete floor-
Klawng!
“There,” the mechanic said,
“make a poem out of that!”
1978