The driver of the van raised his arms in frustration as he tried to explain to the police why he didn’t see that person he’d just hit.
She didn’t say anything
He pointed to the construction, to the steam, the cop wrote everything down and pointed to the squad car
She didn’t say anything when she realized she’d been pushed
She hit the ground hard while she contemplated missing class
She saw the fender and thought of dad
She didn’t say anything while she was loaded into the ambulance
she thought of the boy who sits next to her in class
Traffic started to move again, as we watched
thoughtful knowing
-Mike
