The World According to Poetry #30
Lucky
By Stephanie Miller
©2018
Ominous silence
Precedes the sound
Squealing, screeching
Tires scrape and smoke
Then the colossal crash of the unexpected
But now anticipated
As the weight and velocity
Of metal, glass and bodies collide
For a single inescapable moment
Two souls on the precipice
Death arrives
Lingers over them both
And departs empty handed