October 16, 2009

7:30 p.m.

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.)

3 comments:

Erin said...

I really like this.

odessa said...

very vivid Maya. love it.

Enna-Rin said...

You're so talented at writing poetry. I do fiction, but I really wish I could write poetry!

Enna-Rin