feeling
What I Saw Before It Was Too Late
Normally clear eyes sting then blur.
Pedestrians scamper dodging siren echoes
smashing off buildings. Radio waves disappear,
my head flutters with life’s thoughts:
the dog needs her teeth pulled, my
wife is mad at me, the kids
start school soon, my cover car
is miles away…Calm down, you’ve
got a matter of minutes to save her.
She’s trapped in a burning vehicle
and I’m queasy. I’m there, she is not.
Tiny hair stand up on the back
of my neck. Is someone in
the shadows? What the…boom! It’s
over for me. A second Boom!
It’s over for him. Two
dead bodies, no answers, no purpose.
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