scarecrow lying on the side of the road
motorcycle wheels spinning too
like a halloween approximation
of the headless horseman
only
it’s the middle of june
shredded clothes
dirt brown
and all torn down
a patterned flesh
like burlap and hay
and there is likely
no walking
away
crimson in the grass
like christmastime
little bits of metal that sparkle
and shine
gravel kicked up on the road
in an erratic artwork
like pollock on speed
and there was a young girl
playing hopscotch across the street
when the sound of
scraping metal hit the air
and the slow motion ballet
was superimposed
on her flipping hair
skipping up and down
while it all went down
and the siren that she made
by the time the artwork was made
and minutes before
the ambulance
came….
....and i drove by
the lights
on my way
to something
joyful
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