Incident at pedestrian street

Ambling feet swirled on
cunning pavement, flickered
footsteps steer past familiar
places, on the day
the sky drop
independent pour of gloom
like steady and endless
stream of harmless needles.

The weather screen cloud
out of shops' roofs,
umbrella been clamoured
to clear way for strolling feet
at the moment of edgy
rush by incoming car heads
down pedestrian street
fleet of wheels start to screech.

It echoes the crash
with attention my eyes
zoomed upon scrunched heap
injured when she cries,
with howling pain of holler brings
attention piercing call.
The driver on seat
must be hopeless on mishap
with shocked eyes.

Touch of headlights stain cold
when lights disappear, it's not broken which
is fortunate revelation of time isn't night.
Broken figure of a maid was on arms
of mistress appear instinctively when
she was beside to growl at him
driver's recklessness and might.

Driver's sin was too much for me
to judge, in wind it fly, surrounded
by pour as cloak to hide
guilty eyes. Mistress
and maid recoil
as if they saw gun flit on rest
they must move aside
a path of dangerous line.

Every strenuous minute drag under
cloud and car's pane mask
unmoving and defiant message that shrunken
the will to stay in line than angrily shout,
stood I on dark road which page
me reflect to be sage.

By Petal

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