5 minutes after midnight,
Friday,
September 24th,
2004,
from outside,
on the street,
somewhere
beneath my window,
a woman screams,
and,
screams
again.
I rush to see what is happening.
Is someone
in trouble?
Does someone
need my help?
Three girls fumble down the road,
each of them on 'roller-blades'
they are obviously new to the activity.
Their arms
flail
wildley
in a frantic,
constant
attempt
to maintain balance
and
dignity.
I suppose that
one of them
has just had a close call.
a near encounter
with
painful
injury
One of them yells out:
“That was a close one, Megan Leavy! ”
They then
disappear
down the street
into the blackness,
arms
still flailing
wildley
A strange thing to be heard
on an empty street,
In the night,
in the dark,
5 minutes
after midnight,
I am witness to this.
although,
they don’t know it.
And,
never will.
Another moment
lost in time.
Derek R. Audette
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-was-a-close-one-megan-leavy/
