Crosswalk Encounter
I saw the old Death Angel
Walking ‘cross the street,
Disguised as a pedestrian,
Visage coy and sweet.
I rolled up my window,
‘Didn’t pause to wait—
I drove right past the lady—
“Can’t we have a date…?”
“No time to talk…I’m late…”
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2010
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