Saturday, January 15, 2011

The Blinding Sun

Guardian Angel
(Small stone #11*)

My light is red.
I see the pedestrian.
Oncoming vehicles do not.
He enters the cross walk.
The small truck brushes his shopping bag in front of him.
The SUV screams past behind him.
Zero room for error.
Not a scratch.

 


*A River of Stones

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