Apples in Autumn
The heater in my forty year-old Chrysler is
A massive boiler which sounds like a tea-kettle
Whistling on the stove in this crisp autumn weather
It was re-created by a sculptor in his
Studio where he is a master of metal
In Arizona there he put it together
Of solid copper to boil for eternity
It whistles just like the old one I remember
With the comforting sound of authenticity
Tonight although it is not even November
I was grateful to have it and fired it up for
A late run for apples to the grocery store
Now I will have to get the house furnace repaired
For the moment I rely on a heating pad
Underneath me and on top of me a warm cat
The repairmen who come to the house have been scared
To go down my haunted cellar (imagine that)
But I have a back-up plan if things get too bad:
I can always go out in my car to the store
I have plenty of apples but I could have more
+Steven Curtis Lance
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