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Vehicle

When the winch yanked the car
up a set of stairs
wheels conforming to corners
fatly at each el,
I knew this effort wasn't meant to be
            up
            or
            down
gravity laughing at the heavy tug,
gasoline dripping crisply
from the open hole.

Still, the unquieting effort
forcing metal off the track,
windows torqued
and close to breaking
mimicked those mis-measured
days, efforts stumbling
'cross the waves of making.

           Sarah Wyman