Crossing

At the corner of two main streets
he waits to cross.
Newspaper headlines cry
Death at the Corner!
He wonders if a driver’s inattention
is the equivalent of a bomb
in a library.
He can hear the librarian
shushing the bomber.
He wonders if that kid
on the cell phone
at the next table
is texting the driver
of the approaching car.
A gust of wind
gives him a nudge:
he steps off the curb.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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