lightning rod disaster

Lightning Rod Disaster

It was
almost dark
& he
stepped off
the curb
into the
crosswalk
right in
front of
my van.


I saw
him in
time &
slammed on
the brakes.


He stood
there in
the middle
of the
road glaring
at me,
his hands
in fists
on his
hips, a
lightning
rod for
disaster.

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