augury doggerel

Sunday, November 24, 2002


Another month and another crush of bus into car, the same dull mergence, the same displosion of headlights and chrome. By design, bus must crumple car at this intersection. A woman sitting across from me laughed and said, "Again?" We all got out and walked. We're used to this.

The woods the rest of the way were dark and fogged. Soft wet leaves on the path, dripping branches, small birds in the dark. A single swoop of something big, an owl, I thought, but it was gone. And one man tripping over roots.

Years later, at home, the woman kissed me long enough to make the kid smile. "Where have you been?"


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