Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Poetry Wednesday 20 Aug 2014

TOO LATE

The screech of car tires
quick turn of wheel
still hitting a little form
that broke upon the steel
and lay in a small bundle
staining the road red ...
"I sa..sa..saw her too late,"
was all the drunk driver said.

Another drink for the road
was too many that day
a small precious child
would never again play;
for the parents - no answers
only these words instead ...
"I sa..sa..saw her too late,"
was all the drunk driver said.

By: Dale Sahlberg

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