Something Horrible Has Happened
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.
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.
Turning the everyday into poetry is a yoeman's job and you do it with effortless aplomb. *
Interesting summation of driving past a car crash.
I've never seen it presented here before...
;-)
What Chris said.*
Your note is as poetic as the poem. I enjoyed them both.
* Yes. It is always true.
What Emily said, and then what "Henry" said, a comment I've not seen presented here at least within recent days. * ;-)
Observation of the granular yields insight into the operation of the whole.*
Thank you for the comments. I appreciate the attention.
*, Gary. You turn commonplace into splendid poetry so well. The "Author's Note" too seems poem-lile.
There are many ways to honour something horrible, and this is one
(or more) of them.
"The ambulance wails east
with its freshly broken load of something
horrible"
*
Thank you, David, Carol, and Bill.
"The smart drivers know the signs..."
Oh, wow. (This one flat out HURTS to read.) *
Thanks, Jake.