Victim

A victim of a traffic accident,
Lays, clinging to the blue knitted wool hat in her hand.
An image of low, thick fog bulging at her, imprinted in her mind,
Right before she was flung onto the snow.
This isn’t a grab at the ordinary,
Like her laughter just before the crash.

-David Wingerson

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