by Jacob Martin
You would not believe how people abuse
their lawn mowers. Take this one, for instance:
a good model, built to go the distance,
its owner put it to some awful use
and now it quits, if it does not refuse
to start. The trouble is that the romance
that begins with a love-at-first-sight glance—
a guy walks in for a couple of screws
and walks out with a brand-new, shiny dream—
the romance leaks like oil, so slowly
that the guy doesn’t notice or doesn’t care.
He sees the thing’s just another machine
and no longer treats it like it’s holy.
He says he can’t see why it needs repair.