Jay Dillemuth, p.4

4. A Diamond in the Tarmac

Somedays I am a weasel-like critter
carving noble principles on the
blades of garden tools and you
are a notched pocketknife.

Somedays I am a Houston
football team and you are
Mario Andretti.

Somedays I run a short race then collapse.

I forget about such exquisite
catastrophes when puddle-faced
archivists gaze intently at my
anatomical pouch.

You are always a snow runner, a
sheet of glass, a cash drawer,
You are always a swap-meet treasure.
Oh! You are always a bargain event!