Apr 17th 2009 Chunks of Fear
Late again, still dark
So, so early in the morning late
Zooming, seventy-five, eighty, the empty freeways
Ninety Five
Folding time with the edges of fleeting dreams
A few cars here and there, moving ghostly
Slippery fast in the slickness of incipient dawn dew
We’re all racing, until
Up ahead a bright red flash
An urgent calling moment
Two cars want over
In a nasty scary split second of merging blind side panic
A second later
as I pass that same spot
something…a rock?
kicks loud up and around the wheel well
At the same ninety-plus
hearing the sound
I too slow a moment
release the slight pressure of my foot,
tapping the break to my hot face throb
as these palpable chunks of fear rumble through me.
(Erik Thompson-Green contributed this poem.)
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