Sirens

SIRENS

Sirens roar,
lights flash
in the evening shadows.
The rush of the city
Stopped inconveniently.
One car blocks the road
insistently, horns honk
impatiently, people shout.
An old man sits
in confusion
on the side of the road
pinned in his car;
Scratching his head
and wondering.
A stream of blood
etches a line
down his face.
Lights flash,
Sirens roar.

1994

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