goes clanking
through her day,
laughs like
an air horn,
can’t make
those sharp
turns required
on a small
campus, her
treads always
tearing up
someone’s
flower bed.

Dean Guttman
who hired her
smells
–in the smoke
of her exhaust–
efficiency,
modernity,
and won’t hear
a word against her
from the whiners
with their
perennials.

 

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