A RED LIGHT WARMS MY WOUL
rubber hits ice, air escapes
like a bursting balloon
pulling me sideways then
down, as if a giant hole
in the pavement sucked
me into darkness
horns muffled and water
rushed inside, touching
my feet, rushing up
to my knees, as cold as
autumn air, I
taste sharp cracks
in ice as if a razor blade
cut my skin
I can hear the six o'clock
plane heading west, and the bells
of Saint Agnes - like the
flushing of a toilet, pulling
down through a drain, sucking
all that is . . .
I hear the wind cut through
bare branches
of a tree, as bodies swarm
on top of me - on ice - my teeth
clenched, my head touching
the steering wheel - then
a red light warmed my soul.
Nancy Duci Denofio
published in What Brought You Here
June 2010 page 39
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