an accident, going north.
Not mine, but the same.
That crumpled metal,
police cars and barriers.
Change of plans for her.
the way this long day will end?
We keep hope between.
I went on Facebook—
woman I know with no face.
She asked me to delete.
Someone must be the driver—
Hold tight those controls!
Kay Weeks on 7.19.12
Posted 7.20.12
Poetry and photos.
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