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