Hit from behind while parked
My neck craned to see what!
Sliding out the driver’s side,
A voice shouted “He hit you from the side.”
Slowly an elderly masked man slithered over
“No damage. I’m picking up my lunch.”
Without the stranger’s intervention
I would be at a loss what happened.
Old man was not eager to own up.
No damage he said.
Accountability and trust don’t count.
Only a scrape on the tire rim
but fear for decency out there
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What restraint in the poem’s ending!
Concerns me too!!