The Close Call

I found out this morning what it feels like to

Face death.

Riding my trike on a less-traveled dead-end road

A car came zooming up Bella Vista at an inordinate speed

Even though she had the stop sign, I stopped.

Surprisingly, she stopped.

So I resumed.

Suddenly she zoomed forward with the same abandonment

She had sped up the street.

As the bumper loomed and I was trapped,

I let out a blood curdling scream.

She slammed on her brakes and missed me by inches.

Why is she driving so recklessly and distracted?

I have a flag.

I am not invisible.
Eddy was way ahead of me
but if it had happened to him,

I know he wouldn’t have screamed

And that makes me tremble.

It was such an innocent ride
on a lovely cloudy summer day.

Our grandson, Isaak,

wasn't so lucky a few weeks ago.

Miles from home, he stopped at a corner;

she stopped so he started again;
 then she turned into him
knocking him off his bike.

She drove on, leaving him disoriented
to find his way home

on a broken bike.

Fortuitously, he only has a broken wrist.
He had just returned from High Adventure
in rugged Teton Country
and survived with nary a scratch.