a poem in my pocket

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.