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I heard it on the radio – 
An early morning crash,
The driver’s fault and then her life
Was over in a flash.

It happened near my walking path
So when I headed out,
I knew I’d pass right by to see
What it was all about.

The F.D.R., six lanes across,
Had not a car in sight,
Except for police and clean-up crews
At work to make things right.

The car involved, a burned-out wreck,
Was waiting on the road
Until the inquiry was done
And then it would be towed.

Debris was scattered in the lanes
In both directions, plus,
The walking path had wreckage, too,
Which no one did discuss.

The car, a Tesla, slammed into
A barrier and flipped,
With flames caused by the battery
With which it was equipped.

The impact made the driver
And the passenger eject.
Though he survived, who knows the damage
That he can expect.

We may not ever learn just why
The driver hit those speeds,
Which well exceeded limits
That nobody ever heeds.

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