7 words per thought about a day

Let me tell you about my day

Like no other it started with rotation

Tire rotation amidst probing fingers slippery sliding

Over grease drippings caressing a new crack

Worsening ball joints aging like my own

And a promise of more to come.

Nine hundred and thirty seven bucks

Later, much later, I embrace

The mounting cost, abreast

A non sexy

Kind of

Day

R.I.P.

Frozen in time, she realized it was probably too late to rest in peace, for there were still dreams to be conquered, dance steps to learn, kisses to give.....used up habits to dump. No, rest in peace meant living a fulfilling life in some little way every day....while breathing deeply was still possible. I want to die while on my own dirt road, not in the passing lane of others. She 'Romanced Inner Passions' is what I want my goodbyes to whisper.