Looking for a Ted Kooser poem tonight, I was again reminded of what a great poet he is. He takes something simple, everyday, and makes it into a miracle.
Saint Marty wants to be Ted Kooser when he grows up.
Look for Me
by: Ted Kooser
Look for me under the hood
of that old Chevrolet settled in weeds
at the end of the pasture.
I'm the radiator that spent its years
bolted in front of an engine
shoving me forward into the wind.
Whatever was in me in those days
has mostly leaked away,
but my cap's still screwed on tight
and I know the names of all these
tattered moths and broken grasshoppersthe rest of you've forgotten.