His coffee cup in the cup holder
donut in the bag beside
NPR on the radio, green light go--
clutch in, shift, clutch out
gas in, clutch in, shift
breeze from light to light.
Bang! Left rear swings out,
front to curb and up
360 degrees and freeze--
the week has started and
the business of re-entry
has been beached--
flying, yet wingless
with thoughts behind
and the world unfurled--
move ahead, attend
to today, avoid accidents
re-attack work--
collisions with friends and
pack the email, lunch with shoes
send the briefcase--
party with calendar and
laugh, smile, laugh, but don’t cry.
He's delighted he didn't die.
Breathe in and out, hair cut,
visit mom, say goodbye
cross the street
and he's hit by a car on Friday.
cross the street
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