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prostrate underneath that old rusted Volkswagen              
this time it’s the clutch cable
that I’m trying to repair

disgusted
busted
not enough dough to make it go
Monday morning in November with very little hope

then from a distance I saw you approach,
the bright sun behind
you my bright son,in my view

kindergarten red plaid shirt
million mile wide big,blue eyed boyish smile
“Hi Dad”-was all that you needed to say

Samuel Beckett stated,”I can’t go on
but
I’ll go on.”
that’s exactly how I lived then

now 30 years after the fact
the quest for words to describe
the joy of you in my life
continues to sustain