Police. Crash. Hill.
Ambulance.
Spinning colors. Traffic.
Red light: we stop.
Smashed metal to the left,
the wreckage of two cars.
We shake our heads and
move on.
*****
Saw this mess of an accident on the way home. Praying for them.
(Poetry Friday roundup at laurasalas.)
2 comments:
very vivid Maya. love it.
You're so talented at writing poetry. I do fiction, but I really wish I could write poetry!
Enna-Rin
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