RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Serpentine Belt - Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak
Sitting here at the airport in the cargo area, van broken
down once again, even though it was just fixed yesterday.
All new parts, put together precisely and somehow a belt,
serpentine, stretched out and has come off, overheating
the van and draining the battery.
Welcome to my world, always breaking down, having to just
wait, so I sit and write, hoping and praying for someone
to come along.
Maybe just charge the battery again if nothing else, there
are truckers all around, yet none of them coming over to
ask what's wrong or give a hand.
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