Daily Poem

March 2, 2010

Concern

There was a mess of flashing lights

And three lanes of debris


I saw where the cars landed

And tried to reconstruct the collision

With the scale miniature models

I keep in my head


I played with them like hot wheels cars

—It’s all about the angles.


I worried about the children

I worried about the driver


But I mostly worried about the

Ten to fifteen minutes

The delay would add to my commute.

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