balanced on blocks half-out, half-in
of the garage under the house.
Rear axle and drivetrain
draw hopscotch lines
where he lay them on the driveway.
He crouches under the car,
contentedly tinkering at midnight.
He's hung his workman's light
below the rear right wheel
and shadows of the spokes
project a giant Japanese fan
against the garden wall.
Randy's black hands probe
the known beloved bearings,
vital greasy gears,
casting shadow characters
on the stage-fan of light.
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