Father and son, cruising the manuals
Of cars and life. The older man rolls beneath
The car while his son hands him tools.
One man is approaching the hill,
The other descending.
Greasy handed, one passes parts
And the other wisdom.
They talk oil, filters, and women;
The nuts and bolts of living and loving.
The father knows it’s important to rev
The engine, go for a test drive.
He instructs the son to drive
Around the block a time or two.
One tosses granules on the oil
On the driveway and the other words
into the still afternoon air,
both absorb as intended.
Together, they wash away the grime
And sweat of the day’s work.
They share a beer and few more hours.
More is said within the pauses
And passing glances until
The younger man gets behind the wheel.
One thing the older man knows is
The ride is over way too soon.