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My first poem in a long long while, I just had to, with all the great energy that's coursing this site.

In a second,
the car had caressed the storefront,
nudged its nose a coupla inches into the glass windows,
knocked over stocked grocery off the shelves.
Thirty three days before I woke up
and didn't think about the
Accident
the first thing in the morning.
Few weeks - six - the insurance took
to fix the mess.
Eight thousand seventy dollars, forty one cents
exchanged hands.

A lifetime before I drive again.




It happened to me. Still recovering. Still haven't started driving.