Sunday, March 27, 2011

March 23 - Machinery

We are passing the roadworks.
"Look at that!" I screech.
She looks at me. I believe
'askance' is the right word.

"How much fun it would be,"
I say, "to spend all day
driving that dear little yellow
machine, pounding the ground."

I believe 'askance' is too kind
a word. She simply adjusts
i-pod headphones, turns down
the volume, shuts her eyes.

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