The Old Man and the Singer- Mystic
The Old Man and the Singer- Mystic
it was like the old man
aged and rustic
a Singer sewing machine
oddity to find in a river
rusted, like the old man
orange, colored rust
carried downstream
by a strong current and
a stronger shoulder
contemporaries they were
him and the machine
tan and tawny
both had spent too much time in
water and sun
the old man was battered but sturdy
the machine-a fossil of yesterdays
to him it was
a prized thing
harboring an industrial memory
of laboring hands
an antiquated Singer
what use had he for it
in its horribly decayed shape
yet, it was carried
downstream
by an old man
to a new destiny
9/28/17
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Copyright © Janis Thompson | Year Posted 2017
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