Poems November 2005
Suddenly
A new poem.
The truck came at me,
I swerved
but I got a dent.
The car insurance woman
informs me that my policy
has been cancelled.
I say, “You can’t do that.”
She gives me a little smile
and goes back to her nails.
Lately have you noticed
how aggressively people drive?
A whoosh! and whatever.
Some people are suddenly
very rich, and as many
suddenly very poor.
As for the war, don’t get me started.
We were too busy watching
the ball game to see
that the things we care about
are suddenly disappearing,
and that they always were.
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This article originally appeared in The New Criterion, Volume 24 Number 3, on page 28
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