October 16, 2009

7:30 p.m.

Police. Crash. Hill.

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.)


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!