Hazy Headlights

March 1, 2009
By Alex Maricina SILVER, Hicksville, New York
Alex Maricina SILVER, Hicksville, New York
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Standing on the moist gravel
Whipped by running water
Racing through the air

Red lights reflect across the wet ground
And I wait to cross the lines
When I see you

Covered by black
As light means nothing
And you laugh

Reflexively, I run
But you hit the pedal like it means nothing
And everything goes hazy

I hear the radios
And purring engines
And see lights flashing

Next, I'm in a hospital bed
On a flashlight
And you stand by my bedside

But it's too late for that

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