In your little world.

I had stepped right over something brilliant.
Didn’t actually see it for what it was.
Like a dead rusty motor I walked right by it.
Too heavy to be thrown out.
Plus the threat of tetanus.
At first glance
a mainstay of a red dirt floor.
Furnishings of a junkyard.
An impasse to peace of mind.
Its latent pistons could not catch my ears.
A guttural growl to stir my soul.
All it needed was someone to assume it
to turn it on.

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