Recollection Reservation

I used to reminisce about the way
my father taught me car mechanics – gears,
controlling skids and double-clutching, play
with points, Bernoulli’s work. First born, three years
before the son, I stopped those tales today.
From talking with my brother, it appears
he treasures memories of father-son
at work on cars. I’ll let him have this one.

(Ottava Rima)

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