5 minutes after midnight, <br />Friday, <br />September 24th, <br />2004, <br /> <br />from outside, <br />on the street, <br />somewhere <br />beneath my window, <br />a woman screams, <br />and, <br />screams <br />again. <br /> <br />I rush to see what is happening. <br />Is someone <br />in trouble? <br />Does someone <br />need my help? <br /> <br />Three girls fumble down the road, <br />each of them on 'roller-blades' <br />they are obviously new to the activity. <br /> <br />Their arms <br />flail <br />wildley <br />in a frantic, <br />constant <br />attempt <br />to maintain balance <br />and <br />dignity. <br /> <br />I suppose that <br />one of them <br />has just had a close call. <br /> <br />a near encounter <br />with <br />painful <br />injury <br /> <br />One of them yells out: <br /> <br />“That was a close one, Megan Leavy! ” <br /> <br />They then <br />disappear <br />down the street <br />into the blackness, <br />arms <br />still flailing <br />wildley <br /> <br />A strange thing to be heard <br />on an empty street, <br />In the night, <br />in the dark, <br />5 minutes <br />after midnight, <br /> <br />I am witness to this. <br />although, <br />they don’t know it. <br /> <br />And, <br />never will. <br /> <br />Another moment <br />lost in time.<br /><br />Derek R. Audette<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/that-was-a-close-one-megan-leavy/
