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When Dad brought the car home from the shop,

some men from the neighborhood came by

to stand around the open beak-like hood,

gesticulating, leaning in by turns

to admire the thing. I stood there too

on tiptoe in this colloquium of experts,

lying over the great white fender,

looking down, scanning that yawning space.

Another 50,000 Dad said.

Easy said Mr. Mentti.

Easy I repeated.