Something Horrible Has Happened
by Gary Hardaway
This is always true. Somewhere someone
who shouldn't have died too soon
in an explosion or crash.
The smart drivers know the signs
and the back street ways around the wreck.
I count them from the front porch
and name them for convenience
after the vehicle they turn
off the major thoroughfare
onto my street. One: Mr. Ford F-150.
Two: Mrs. Honda Odyssey.
Three: Ms. Lexus IS 250.
The ambulance wails east
with its freshly broken load of something
horrible. Traffic then resumes.