Hands coated and stained with oil and
grease of
another day, his weary body bends once
more to
peer into the engine of a rusted old
Chevrolet.
He begins to work
his magic by cracking his knuckles and
stretching his fingers
once or twice, trying to get his aging,
broken hands to work like they used to
With grace and precision he wrenches
away each
overused nut and bolt,
finding potential in a car
slightly corroded, overworked and
mistreated as he was.
His eyes are still bright as he brushes
his rough hands across
the shredded canvas top, seeing only
the glory of those days
before it fell into such disrepair--
only potential, only beauty.
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