wreck on danville road
impatient drivers light cigarettes
and try to find the words for a prayer
the limestone cliffs look on
with the morning sun creeping
up over their grey shoulders
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your poem captures the combined empathy and detachment beautifully
Long ago my first American friends in Catholic grade school in St. Paul, Minnesota, would say a Hail Mary every time we’d hear a fire engine would go by
beautiful