Your face read like a glare
In the windshield glass
As I turned at the corner
Of mourning and daybreak
The oncoming traffic lost
In the blinding intersection
Of flustered distraction
Until the collision
Jarred my naive sense of balance
From the front seat
And left
Facedown and bleeding
Onto the asphalt
Two hundred feet further
Down the road

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