passes before my eyes
as the speeding dump
truck swerves into my lane
coming straight
for me.
he's texting,
or drinking, or eating his
lunch.
i don't know.
but i'm able to swerve
off into
the woods,
onto the gravel and dirt,
the bushes
and bramble.
miraculously still alive.
such is every day when driving
in Maryland
to Brandywine.
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