to go, the light has been green
for three seconds
and then, out of nowhere a bullet
of a vehicle
is heading
towards you,
a beat-up car
going seventy coming right at
your door.
straight through the intersection,
ignoring the red light.
you slam on the brakes
and wince.
there's no time to
pray, to give your last
confession as you pause
at death's door.
but somehow he swerves
and misses you.
in sweat, with heart racing,
once more
you thank your guardian
angel as you hug the right
lane going home.
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