The
flat tire of morning
Was
too much to handle
So
it became the flat tire of evening
And
with the sun still up
The
missing tools found
And
music blaring
From
the work shop stereo
It
went much better
During
the home stretch
After
a brief family dinner
When
everyone came out
To
hang with me in the yard
And
sit around
Or
run with the dogs
All
enjoying in different ways
The
temperate Fall weather
We
found ourselves serenaded
By
a flock of gray geese
Noisily
migrating over head
When
things are that perfect
You
stop for a minute
In
love with nature
As
it surrounds you
Entertains
and amazes
But
then it’s back to changing the tire
And
I’m glad the spare is good
As
I clean up the tools
And
store the flat tire
In
the vacancy left by the spare
My
youngest cranks the handle
That
lifts the tire
Up
under the car
And
I did it all without being cranky
And
everyone helped
And
some days all it takes
Is
good weather
And
the family close by
All
working together
To
make a good evening
Out
of a flat tire
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