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Black Ice
by Bruce W Niedt
Watch out, the radio says,
Youll never know its there,
until its underfoot,
underwheels,
and then it may be too late.
Surreptitious, it mimics water,
or, God forbid, dry pavement,
this dangerous veneer.
Tread lightly, or lose your grip,
and slide into your next life encounter
sideways.
02/24/2003 Posted on 02/25/2003
Copyright © 2024 Bruce W Niedt
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/25/03 at 07:24 PM Well put. Accurately captures the scary aspect of this Winter phenomenon. Five years ago my then boss at the time lost her seven year old son to black ice, when the car he was riding in to school lost control and flipped over. Even though he was wearing his seat belt, he was killed instantly due to hitting his head on the inside of the vehicle. |
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