You're slipping. Your balance is missing. The sidewalk
Is taking your chances—you're sliding. A moment
Of doubt and then nothingness. Lying with mittens
In snow, you can't laugh, but it's funny. You hurried
And got here without all the waiting. And twitching
Reptilian parts of your brain can yet listen
To cars on the salt on the snow on the roadway.
You fart as the last of the winter is melting
With springtime; releasing the odor of dinner
For creatures that linger long after your body's
Been frozen—your assets gone liquid—and only
The scavengers feed off your memory's tissue.
“A preschool-aged child was killed and four people injured at rush hour this afternoon when a sputtering light plane heading west from Merrill Field clipped a rooming house then crashed into an unoccupied car dealership at Seventh Avenue and Ingra Street, setting the building ablaze.”
– JIM HALPIN, MEGAN HOLLAND and LISA DEMER, Anchorage Daily News, June 1st, 2010 06:59 PM
http://www.adn.com/2010/06/01/1303320/five-hurt-as-plane-hits-car-dealership.html
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