Today’s post written by Charles Bukowski
I drive home for an hour listening to the narrator of an audio book
mispronouncing the same word
over
and over.
a kid on a motorcycle speeds by me with no helmet, no jacket
and I think, what an idiot,
just in time to see him rolling down the highway
with his arms thrown up around his head
bike skidding away ahead of him
and brakes flashing on
like lighters at a concert
while people stop to watch.
a man with military hair jumps out of his truck and strides to the scene
while the kid stands up and staggers with his hands raised
no blood yet
all limbs still attached.
traffic moves on, everybody thinking
about how they would have helped
and maybe
about how they were disappointed
when he got up.
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