May 3, 2010

#413 rearview mirror

the only thing worse than coming to in a racing, wailing ambulance
is coming to in a crawling, silent ambulance
i float above
see a sign over a night reflection
objects in mirror are closer than they appear
and i feel irony but its meaning haunts, unclear
family and friends, regrets and triumphs
flash-fade into the reflections background
drowning fast out of sight into a horizontal world
choices and moments
cookies and mashed potatoes

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