Look for Me

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 grasshoppers
the rest of you've forgotten.

Poem copyright ©2017 by Ted Kooser, “Look for Me." Poem reprinted by permission of Ted Kooser.
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