spell out “L E A K A G E”
the gas tank reflects
a subdued rainbow
which twists around its
strange shaped surface
the mechanic feels around
like a blind expert reading braille
he finds the leakage
plugs it with a special glue
the motor is healed
but still wet with the blood
of its former wound
which it wears like a badge
the sun sets on the motor
casting a pale maroon
it dries in the night heat