What Really Happened
He didn't come out of nowhere.
We were a few clicks south of Oskie
when our paths met: I south toward work,
he east toward sun & morning heat.
It is true that our eyes met, eyes black with fear,
mine--projected there, which was not panic.
No slow, no swerve, just we two & the slowing
of time (caused by the noticing of smaller incriments).
A last gasp before impact & the emptying of contents,
crumpling of metal, smashing of plastic & strength of glass.
It was not a decision to turn back instead of leaping into my lap,
it was momentum, inertia, and reciprocal luck.
It's also true that the day's lessons started too early to go well.
Returning home, there was nothing that could stop the deep sleep of the guilty.
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