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Letter About the Accident
by Gail Wolperยท
In the morning,
I heard an accident outside
my window. I didn't call the
police, but should have. It was getting
on sunrise, and I could make out
two cars, but heard three crashes.
In the near distance, two four door
cars, a sedan.
There were no colors.
I followed the light,
and saw shadow.
Two figures slowly moved
towards it. Yet it was dark.
Movement happened on the wind.
It felt like if I went to breakfast
I would lose them. My stomach
called food. Clouds amassed, and
winter beckoned. I left for oatmeal. 12/17/2012 Posted on 12/18/2012
Copyright © 2024 Gail Wolper
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 01/25/13 at 12:05 AM Years ago a female friend dring home late one night in north GA missed a turn. She wasn't found till the next morning and of course was dead. My kids cried for weeks as she was like a 2nd mother to them. She taught them to ride and take care of horses. There was a 3 day Cherokee cermony for her death as she had many indian friends. My kids slept on the ground next to the fire for the whole three days. Her name was Kevin and we will never forget her. |
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