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