Run Over Blues
¶ 1
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Recorded highlights fail to flash
in a lifetime’s blink, this time,
though a rusty green juggernaut
swells in my outer vision, a rhino
with the paralysing power of a cobra;
swerving through the vermilion light,
it stares the other way, swats me with its flank.
I shrink deeper into my shaken skeleton,
shocked into religious expletive, not obscenity.
Apology draws the sting from apoplexy:
I let the driver live, stagger back
to the pub to catch the second half.
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