The vulgar stunning shock
Of pieces thrown during destruction
Crash test dummies
Of the morning hour
Spill their coffee
On Ohio Pike
The windshield vibrates
Slightly
Like the millions of American’s phones on the road
Bumpers fly without their pilot license
On their first flight
All the parts that remain
Show the damages that continue
Throughout the day
For you, devastated damsel
First action out of the claustrophobic contraption
Is reaching out for
An embrace from a
By standing fellow crossed
The oil streaked crossing
Surprising, anxious sympathy
No one makes a motion
No manual for this
The morning must move
To the next moment
3 of you
2 involved
1 dragged in
To remember
A collision on the
29th of September
7:02 A.M.
By: Thomas Dowell-Howko
East Fork:
A Journal of the Arts