the big crash

there was a crash
of twelve strollers
in the neighborhood
the other day.
it was a blind turn
down a hill before the sand
pit playground.
three babies
went flying
out of their seats
like little beach balls,
rolling out
onto the sidewalk
and grass.
their binkies and bottles
scattered
in the wind.
there was screaming,
and crying.
some women almost
dropped their
vanilla skim lattes
onto the ground while
others,
nearly
lost the calls on
their cell phones pressed
to their ears. one women
fell down,
ripping her yoga pants
at the knees.
it was mayhem.