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He drove a little roadster; red, it was.
It seemed to be a speeding lady bug.
It stood out from the cars I passed because
It was an antique model some men hug. 

He passed me by; I did not see his face.
For all I knew, a phantom at the wheel
Was sitting there, a specter in that space.
But only later, shiver did I feel. 

For, afterward, I heard the news,
As though a single solemn church bell tolled,
That he alone (thus none else to accuse)
Had wrecked the car and now was growing cold. 

‘Twas then I shivered at the specter – Death,
Who’d perched upon the road where I had been
Short moments for that man and his last breath.
Appointment in Samarra – minutes? Ten.

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© Dennis Lange and thebardonthehill.wordpress.com, 2015.

 

 

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