Monday, February 23, 2009

Thursday, Post Road

A path cleared in the middle
of a two-way street.
Cars pulled over on each side,
forced to follow suit and stop,
I looked to the left and to the right.
There were no children
crossing with teacher,
nor was there a pregnant woman
with toddler at her side,
not even a boy scout helping
a geriatric struggling with groceries
trying to cross.
Just an obese lady
riding a bike nearly in the middle
of Post Road, listening to her iPod.
I began to feel bad for the bike seat
but then I heard the screeching siren
of the fire truck
that ran her over.

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