Blowout
Our tire blew on a country road;
We wobbled for a while.
A service station loomed; there was
A stranger with a smile.
"You need some help?" he asked.
"Your tire needs changing, I'm supposing.
They sell them down the road, but
It's two hours after closing."
We'd 40 miles left to drive
At night - that signaled danger -
But we were lucky that we met
This kind and able stranger.
He jacked the car and soon enough
The spare was set in place.
My husband tipped him handsomely;
Surprise was on his face.
"I think I'll play the lottery,"
He said and left his truck.
He hit the store, we waved goodbye
And hoped he'd have our luck.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2016
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