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Tuesday, July 24, 2012

Perspective


The low sun throws
long shadows,
dark daggers across
the road, its eastern fire
out-shined by the
ambulance's lights
coming out of the
vanishing point
up a mile or so,
lights in my eyes
before the sound as other
southbound drivers and I
pull to the side--
a gesture of respect as
much as anything in this
wide, quiet road, an
acknowledgment of
this mortality messenger and
that even the worst commute
is probably better than that.

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