Because we all want to write more poems.
Hope Les
Sometimes hope is the wrong thing
Tomorrow morning, the line will be long
At Les Schwab Tires.
Yesterday, a hundred, maybe two hundred
drivers with snow tires in their garage
or as yet unpurchased
hoped the snow would not hit
our dear city of subdued excitement
Closed their eyes to the signs
Today is Sunday and Les Schwab is closed
But the skies are opening
and the first snowflakes are dropping
onto dry streets
Tomorrow the hopeful will line up
Wait for hours until their turn at the lift
Some will kick themselves for hoping
Others will be resigned,
The price of hope is disappointment
Both of those states are temporary
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Neil McKay
January 15, 2012
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"Put your trust in God, my
"Put your trust in God, my boys, and keep your powder dry!"
"Oliver's Advice" by Valentine Blacker (1778 - 1823)
Benjamin Gorman
January 15, 2012
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Ah!
The first time I read this, I thought "lift" in the third stanza referred to ski lifts! I had marveled how you'd woven together waiting for skiing and tire replacement and transitioned from one to the other so subtly, though I was a bit confused. You see, that's one of the reasons I like reading poetry at least twice.
Neil McKay
January 15, 2012
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Yeah, originally I was going
Yeah, originally I was going to say hoist but then I thought a hoist was the thing that lifts the engine out of the car and that's not right. I made that connection to skiing too but for the moment decided it would work.