When Street Meets Us
Before her scream— |
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pierced the screech |
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of careening wheels |
with the immediate shriek |
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a shrill horn makes |
up neck and back |
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back down to backs of |
knees that buckle us back |
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back, back, back-words |
and safety’s first |
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breath in ... recalls |
something ... sounding ... |
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like a ... another |
hit and () () |
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runaway accident |
as neck hairs hackle |
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as exploring senses are |
sent out to locate and ... |
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() () shell up |
against that () () |
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vehicle colliding our way |
our backs bright bait |
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for the reckless. |
The when |
we next hear |
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we first breathe |
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as windfall |
how this lukewarm |
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air we turn around in |
churns danger |
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into disgust |
snakes our guts |
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into gutters where |
even our puke is small |
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change when street |
meets us. |
--- Chris Custer