A westbound greyhound going 35
Cannot stop in forty feet.
First I'm amazed that I'm alive
Until I see that the street
Has frozen, cars have stopped, people stare
In wide-eyed wonder. The air stills,
Heavy as red tinges the rainwater
Runoff pooling under the bus's wheels.
I remember. The impact like jumping
Flat into a pool. The headrush, the freefall,
The sick smack against pavement. Something
Had warned me. Red letters...
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