Today I left work and found the footing treacherous. As I went down a hill a lady was stuck at the crest and spinning the wheels on her car in a hazardous way. With my back to her I held onto the handrail and as I was passing a parked car she lost control. She had spun her car around and kept her foot on the accelerator. Her car jumped the curb, came down the sidewalk sideways and crushed the handrail I was holding and crushed the rear of the car I was beside. Three steps!
Stepped out from obligations,
Into a blustery cold day.
Through snow, careful navigation.
Driving methods leave me in dismay.
To share the madness that I see,
I call my partner so we can share.
Lady spinning tires wildly, we agree.
Holding the handrail, to let go I don’t dare.
Hearing the squeal of spinning wheels,
I make my way down the hill.
Her method of driving almost surreal,
Except her madness just may kill.
My focus now on the ice,
I hear the squeal hit a new pitch.
In three steps it’ll get nice,
After that no dangerous ditch.
Three steps alongside a parked car,
I sense things have changed.
Squealing is louder and now not far.
The car beside me has been rearranged.
Bits of plastic and foam land by my feet,
Cars broken and altered lay behind me.
Handrail is crushed and her car off the street,
There was no time to think, to flee.
Three steps saved me,
From certain doom.
Bladder control saved me, unwanted pee,
Three steps kept me from my tomb.
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