A New Moment to Pull New Meaning

          West Gulf to Lake Highway by the dump


I’m tired; I’m worn;

I’m bruised and warm.

My ear hurts along with my head.

I want to smoke but maybe

I should lie down instead.


God must have a plan for sparing my life,

but I don’t know what it is.

My guardian angel kept up and gave me breath

—just in time—

beside the wreck: a medallion my

mother gave me which hung

from the rearview mirror—

now missing somewhere

in the dashboard.


I’m here to say I’m grateful,

for this second chance,


and what it may bring:


a new love

a new scene

a new moment to pull some new meaning.


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