Hanging out at dVerse Poets Pub with Lillian’s theme: It’s all in the timing…
freight train slows slightly
unmarked crossing ahead
pick-up driver approaches
eyes on cellular de-vice
engineer lays on horn:
whaaaaaa – whaa – whaa!
conductor squirms/gasps
“We’re gonna hit him!”
“Whaaaaat?!”
oh deer! in headlights stare
driver brakes in nick of time
dull thunk… huge iron horse
deflects truck like a pop can
spins away from death’s rails
truck and driver leaking fluid.
a poem in my pocket 