Jazz Music poetry Short Stories Uncategorized Urban Legends

the eyes

she drives down ludlow
past buildings with graceful names
into the moment at an intersection
in the gaslight
when someone knocks on the window twice expecting the third knock to be a bullet coming through the glass
aimed at forever changing her mind
before the light turns green
just a man who needed directions
she looks up having survived
only to see the city staring back at her

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