Black Ice
more
than a dusting
traffic
ebbs
her
toddler’s chatter flows
his
round cheeks
blush
constant
brake lights
rearview
glance
backward
smile
a
lasting impact
shrieks
reverberate
metal
on metal
surround
sound
emergency
vehicles
wail
his
final lullaby
under
a nimbus moon
his
halo fits
perfectly
snow
bank flashes red and blue
exhaust
fumes permeate
her
scream
goldfish
crackers
swim
on
the
ice-crusted ditch
dawn
illuminates
blood
stains in the snow
cardinals
sing
carrying
his coat
she
leaves the hospital
childless
Bridget Magee
Tags:
Poetry