Wednesday:
On a particular almost desolate highway.
The curves in the grounded road were often
Filled with traffic but on stormy days,
Sometimes not.
There was a sudden present on one day
One hard rainy day when water filled the air
In moments that gathered and pushed to
A new present with water and visible
Angled lightning that passed in the rear view.
One life, that on most stripped down days
Barely mattered to many or oddly even any,
Turned and that dusk was carved into memory.
On that day, it was a blurry remarkable
Occurrence that happened in almost
Darkness, when the grey ripples
Of thunder in the air parted and
Forced her to listen to nothing.
But she remembered,
She remembered… to slow down.
And then with no warning,
A rapid appearance startled.
And right, moving to left,
From one side to the other side
Two old bent strangers with
No umbrellas, but holding hands…
Crossed the road.
© Marjorie J. Levine 2021
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