on the ride up to the flea market today,
i felt a stillness, like i never felt before.
it was about 5:30 in the morning,
not a soul on the road, in the sticks of the route up,
up ahead, i see the lights, you know the kind.
four cop cars were in the road, one copper was sweeping up debris, and very slowly.
Of course i slowed down, and to my left i saw a car,
dead center of a split telephone pole, everything seamed like slow motion at that point,
i thought, just how really precious life is.
grateful that thought has remained with me.