Easter Sunday
walking across the street of Grove and Ashby
headed for the corner store
I hear a crash.
It is the crush of metal pounding metal,
turning around I see a old blue car spinning
slowly like a Tilt- A-Whirl.
One spin,
two spin,
on the third spin the passenger door flies open
and a woman tumbles out
bouncing as she hits the pavement.
Everything stops,
except for the car
rolling over her
metal crushing bones
and I run home without going to the store.
The Buzzy Donahue Show 