She sits on the sand
listening to the sound of the sea
There are a few people on the beach
Some are waiting for the sunset
She waits for the green flash.
A loud sound of a car crashing distract her thoughts
Like tiny fevers that affect the carpenter’ mind
Sounds of hammering, falling nails, slip of a saw
She runs to the road, a car
Smashed against a tree
She opens the car door quickly
Pulls the driver out, bleeding, moaning
Assessed the situation quickly, calls 911
Still shaken after the ambulance leaves
She returns and looks at the ocean again
And see not just darkness that veils the horizon
She sees farther, lines of light,
Bright as her thought
Or she sees clearly what’s in front of her
She still misses or only glances
For things with deeper meaning
How fragile is time and beauty
Simple thread, as we are,in the tapestry of the universe.
We may not even be able to say goodbye.
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