Categories Hmmm... Philosophies Uncategorized Wiper/savior Post author By poetluckerate Post date November 11, 2011 Somedays you’re the windshield somedays you’re the bug Me? I’m the guy with the red rag hanging from gray overall pocket who cleans up the mess Share this poemClick to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related Tags and so it goes, hmm, life, persepctive, poem, poems, poetic, poetry By poetluckerate I am a poet, writer, and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 then returned to Minnesota in 2018 - hopefully, to stay. I lived in the most urban of settings, and the rural Midwest. These perspectives impact my writing in very unique ways. View Archive → ← Timing → Street math