Gert Strydom
Johannesburg, South Africa

How Far To The Next Garage

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Just as I stopped at a garage today
the car’s engine died,
as it was running
with the yellow light burning
and the last gasoline was gone.

I had no cash on me
and there was no card machine
and the auto bank
at the shop was broken
and I was told,
about an auto bank at the next garage.

I started walking
and found a black man
along the way.

How far to the next
garage I asked
and he replied,
just on the other side
of the bridge.

On the other side
of the bridge,
there was one more bridge
and on the other side
of it,
no garage could be seen
for two kilometres or more.

So I wondered while I walked along
with a plastic can in my hand
that if he really didn’t know
why did he lie,
or was the man
too afraid to be seen
as a fool
while the biggest fool
was I?
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
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