the game begins again
the first turn
of the first wrench
applied to a car
that hasn’t started
for 30 years
he grunts a bit
strides quickly
for a breaker bar
slight squeak as it moves
his best tool, the brain
processes quickly
lines of code
scroll down
troubleshooting
no one knows
what is inside
what is wrong
but he will find out
figure it out
he always does
the quiet chorus of complaint
the mumbling grumble
the greasy hands
the constant prediction of defeat
is all betrayed
by the spark in his eye
he loves this
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