Tuesday, September 17, 2013


He owned the road, or so he thought
until the day his fate well-bought
the unexpected too-sharp curve
and old rear tire with want to swerve.
With none to hear--he rode alone--
the scream, the crash, the breaking bone,
he lay in blood but not for long
before the angels sang his song.

                      --Monty Wheeler

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