444 to be continued… April 1, 2012

Posted on March 11, 2016 by Ken Greenman

Roaring past me, a late night racer,
big black pick-up truck, maybe navy, purple,
dusting me like my wheels were square,
ripping through the red light
like it wasn’t there,
easy 80 in a 40.
Behind him, chasing, a trooper, running dark.
Did he catch him?
Was he drunk?
Was a passenger pregnant?
Was his buddy bleeding badly?
Had he robbed a liquor store?
Is there justice in the world?
An unfinished story flashing
by me in a whirl.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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