No Car
For all that swerving.
We are no car.
Bundle of wires, pools of fluid, steel and plastic - sure.
But though the mechanic swears he gets us and can set us straight,
he cannot determine how to fix our broken gait.
A tech need not ask
from what direction we came or
what words filled the back-seat debate
proceeding the knocking and vibration of the bay.
The digits on our meter
do not express the grind or grace of passing miles.
And though they swear they can fix the mess,
we are that what veers to left.
2/17/2025 - initial draft
2/19/2025 - small change and "artwork" added. Released.
AI was used as a thesaurus.