I was singing.
You can tell them that
If they ask.
I was singing an old song.
I remember them---
Old songs.
And like a pile of china from a
Crashing down.
And then there was a
Stunned aftermath
And deep pain across my chest
And the waking call to my husband
And the two policemen thanking god
No one was hurt
And the pissed off couple sandwiched
Between and the honest man in front
Who I wanted to kiss
Who simply said
“Traffic stopped suddenly
in front of me.”
And they took my car away.
The car where my friend’s ghost sits.
The car with that dashboard valet ticket I have left since
The rarest day in February.
The car I have no idea how to replace.
The car where a thousand angels
Cushioned the blow of a red light run
On that Halloween;
On another bad day.
I’ll be singing.
You can tell them that. Well,
Maybe not that song.
~ C.M. Carroll
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