Sunday, September 12, 2010


Red light blinking behind my hands,
Finally drawing my attention.
No wonder the vague feeling of dischord,
No wonder the frustration and grumbling
No wonder the finicky, sluggish response.
I reach around by my knee, feeling for the catch
but it is not there.
My right hand by my hip feels nothing,
And a glance confirms there is no lever there.
Left foot fumbles, and finally catches on the release.
Everything sighs in relief.
Just the parking brake.

Mar 26, 2009

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