• Starry Eyed

    Top down
    Summer sun setting
    "We burst into colors"
    Both hands on the wheel
    The last thing on his mind
    Was death

    Slamming on the brakes
    But still too late
    "And bye-bye he goes"
    His blood covers the street
    The music stops
    Interrupted by the deadly smashing

    Overturned convertible
    His body in the road
    "Fall-head first like paper planes and playground games"
    The traffic around him halted,
    Everyone dazed by the sight before them
    Starry eyed