Pull the two wires together. Pull up in the seat, whickem, .... woooo....weoo
Plack. Plack. ......Plack Plack Plack Plack....hootcha ..Plack ....hootcha hootcha.....hootchaPlack .PlaPlaPla.....
Squeak at high pitch, (feeling neutral, clankity clankity) like the seat is going to sink to the bottom....
Smoke rolls up from the exhaust. Ting, Tan, Tan, Plack Plack.......
Pulling its decrepit bones together, so close to the noise, so far from the fields, it's tires and wheels squeak and grumble that low bit of earth, cranking the ground into submission, it's tires sinking in to green soil, it's oil dripping out so slowly, coating the cover, covered with dust, Plack Plack Plack, hicough, Plack Plack......
Years have stacked on it as if it has been run each day, inside itself, outside itself, and forever ready to move. It rests outside, where the weather can get to it, waiting for that one Plack.....waiting for itself to roll again.
Ralph Peck
Photo by Ralph Peck
About Talala, Oklahoma
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