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[midnightglobe]

Turning Thirty

you are stuck in traffic
not moving, the lights
in the rearview
the wailing siren
you inch to the shoulder
and let the ambulance through--

it parts the steel stream
of priuses and escorts
like moses, revealing
the cause of the traffic,
the accident just ahead
twisted and surreal

theres a whoosh

the ambulance passes
fingertips away from
the side door mirror
then the traffic
re-congeals,
nose to ass

a few minutes later
the ambulance is
in the other lane,
heading back, lights off
not speeding, eyes downcast,
nothing needs to be said

that's how turning thirty feels

-jm1.10