Glimpsed
On Los Feliz near Wayne
I touch my hand to the smooth dash
of my silver-gray symbol car
wary of the 3pm crush.
My thoughts shift outside
remark the scene: a falldown
head, elbows, heels—flat to the sidewalk
male, white, wiry-dark hair strands
fire red engine, ambulance
men thumping, defibrillating, shocking.
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