Ed Meek is the author of the poetry collections "Spy Pond" and "What We Love." He also has a collection of short stories out titled, "Luck."
Idling
He was good with his
hands;
my father could fix
a leaky faucet or
a squeaky hinge.
He’d take on
projects
whenever he’d
visit—
he always brought his
tools
in the trunk of his
car.
He liked to keep them
handy
in case the
dishwasher
refused to start
or the wires crossed
in a lamp
or a screen slider
slid off the track.
He tried to teach me
how to wield a wrench
and I was happy to
crawl
beneath a car
to replace the shoes,
or hover over an
engine
and with his guiding
hand
adjust the idle
but my mind
was always
elsewhere thinking
of Holden’s phonies
or Nick’s river
or Emily’s eternity
and the way
words sounded
when you put them
together
and turned them over
in your mind.
in your mind.
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