big rig motionless
or so it seemed
the trailer knocking against
the empty space between
white lines and oblivion.
moments ago your foot
flayed out the window,
wind spreading toes
like orange slices
on a plate.
trucker motioned slow down
curve ahead, bumping noises
filling the passing lane.
skidding cargo, lost or flung
chairs flip-flopped over,
crossing the berm, entering
the void.
the quiet brake soothed cement,
arm-twisting the steering wheel
wrenched away the bulky freight,
and you ended up
in my lap, our car
backwards,
oncoming traffic whizzing by.
Thank God for truckers. My life and those of others in my family have been saved many times by their skill. This was a hairy one!
You put us there, Larry! Great write!
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
My book of poetry is being redone by me, I have a beautiful cover designed and the book will have a few more than 200 poems in it. I am going to have it printed on demand here in Canada. When it is done I will let you know when it is done and if anyo
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You put us there, Larry! Great write!
Love Tinka