Everywhere rain gathers like smoke.
We become ghosts spreading
like wet feathers over the blacktop.
Yesterday a sports car inhaled its metal
sides resting upside down off the freeway.
Men in colored gear walked with heavy
feet carrying the jaws of life. Witnesses
frozen in poses told the story:
how it happened, what hit when,
what it sounded like. The moment
what we consider normal, stops. Time,
yes that's it, flounders, wobbles away
from where we thought our feet were.
From then on, it's our heartbeat
we listen to.
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