March 8, 2012

Body Shop












She hit me on the rebound
from behind,
in my blind spot,
her brother owned
a body shop, she said,
could take me
in without delay.
I thought no thanks
but couldn't just walk away
like that, the drama
drove us closer.
What a way
to meet, my mother said,
but liked her
all the same.
My dents
were pounded out,
gouges filled
and sanded smooth,
totaled parts replaced.
My ride emerged
like new again.
The old man said
good paint covers
most mistakes, so right
he was, as usual.