The Power of Winks
I had a girl friend once. Ah, but I must have said this already
somewhere along the way.
Not that it could happen only once referring to a girlfriend.
It can happen, you know, it can happen more than once.
At any rate, this one looked at me like so over dinner she prepared for us.
I fail to remember what dish it was she cooked because
she caught me off guard with a playful flop of her eyelid.
She must have read what was swirling in my mind from
the way I looked at her.
And then came another wink, this time a lingering, determined one,
but one she could not complete because I switched to second gear
and revved it up.
The best part of this learning encounter is that she bore to mind
the way my transmission shifted by a wink.
I learned, too, how to rev it up faster’n Schumacher in rounding corners.
After a time, moving my stick shift to second gear became a routine procedure sans dinner
but with only a wink.
My part in the whole thing was to install an automatic transmission for a
responsive and more fluid gear transfer,
although I find that I still had to use my stick to shift to “park”.
btw, the girl in the photo is Rhea Santos of Unang Hirit, and never was my girl friend, silly—