Three Is Not A Wish

now and again

you’ll hear a noise

not the croon

of lover’s voice

dulcet tones

in harmony

chirping bird

gurgling brook

soughing leaves

rushing waves

these sweetest

pleasantries

the noise will be

a thump, a bump,

a grating one,

an unexpected

misalignment

to your ears

you’ll sigh

and swear

and book one

or other piece

of useless

usefulness

in for repair

waiting

waiting

wondering

what

when

how much

what next

crossing fingers

that three

this time

is not a wish

bloody, bloody, buggery car

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