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| Accident in 16 Parts |
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My turn signal clicking left. Murky purple winter pre-dawn. A lane of on-coming traffic. Another with a bus at the curb. Stevie Nicks on the radio. 2 A dark coat disembarks the bus and runs along its front with no hesitation keeps going. 3 There's a speck of time when I predict what is about to happen. 4 No angel plucks it away. 5 I'm right. The front of a white van tosses the person like a bull into the air into a scattering of shoes, body, and belongings. 6 The turn signal keeps ticking. I can't believe what I've seen. 7 Bystanders rush to surround the body. I realize I am the prime witness. 8 Carefully, very carefully, I drive around the small crowd to a snowy parking lot. 9 Carefully, very carefully, I cross the street to the white van. It wasn't your fault. I pat his arm. 10 Because of a blanket there is now a heap. 11 Sirens and lights and traffic jams. I give my business card to a patrolman. 12 I go back to the van and pat the arm some more. He says he saw the whites of her eyes. 13 I see the heap stirring. I see a white shoe a hundred feet down the road. 14 I talk to another policeman. I am important because of what I saw. 15 All day I am a victim. I try to imagine driving a white van. The heap is someone I want to meet. 16 This poem has room for two more words: impact incredulous. |
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