Rescue Trucks
The flashing lights alerted us
That something was awry,
With rescue trucks preventing
Any traffic getting by.
Adjacent to the river, there were
Police upon the scene
And rubberneckers focusing
On something not routine.
My curiosity aroused,
But blocked by all the crews,
I googled the location but
There wasn’t any news.
The light turned green; we drove on through
And never found out why.
It must’ve been somebody’s,
But was not my day to die.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2019
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