Roadside Assistance

Changing a tire in the rain

only to find it is rusted solid to the well,

now using words I probably shouldn’t

while my wife calls for roadside assistance.


As the rain comes down,

I admit defeat and rise.

In the distance, the sheep are grazing,

I watch their passive migrations and become



Eventually, the rain stops,

the sun comes,

a bow appears,

and roadside assistance is able to

knock the wheel free with a mallet.


We go home, take a shower, and switch into dry clothes,

It’s all funny now, and isn’t that always the case:

even in the downpour, there are sheep to be found,

and help to be called,

clean clothes on the horizon,

and a wife who loves you

even when you become creative with your verbiage.

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