Playing Icarus

She treads eagerly in the darkness along the sidewalk

                        Streetlights lead her way with puddles of gold  

                               

                                       The avenue is e m p t y

                      The neighborhood is sleeping

The brush of the trees extricates her from the

                    

                      Tormenting sound of nothing

                                     Lonely, nervous, quiet, anxious,

                      The wind picks up, and she become solicitous

She brings her cellphone to her ear

    

                       I can see her rifling through the pockets of her mind

                                    Stress, exhaustion, urgency, perplexity

                      Playing Icarus,

She subconsciously takes a stride into the avenue

                      A truck carelessly approaches me

                                    As it does, the woman disappears beneath

                     The truck continues

Life, death, accident, tragedy

 

I am the STOP sign