the salvage yard

the salvage yard

acres of twisted frames

left where piled

strewn out across another kind of car lot and

silently laughing at time

eating away a working world while

the graveyard of spent dreams

sleeps its undeath

a paradise of other men's treasures:

in one windstar like mine

only red and with no tires et cetera

two intake manifold runner controls for the taking,

in another windstar like mine

only red

and with the gas tank in the back seat

and with the engine dismantled but laying sidewise in its chamber

and thorny brambles growing into the hood

and with no tires et cetera

two more intake manifold control runners for the taking

(spares for the spares)

for $20, plus $2.50 in ATM fees

and $2 in bank fees for using a nonChase ATM

but actually for free,

except for giving a guy some cash

since he had some tools to help take out

four intake manifold runner controls

a great alternative in this economy

for paying $400 a piece

for two new intake manifold control runners

plus labor

but also a paradise in the usual sense

you know, literally,

where the cars' souls wait

and with grace are saved

by God or man

or as nature does

by the nature of that which waits.