after Lucille Clifton
anywhere on the known planet
a white iris
crosses a road
between cars, dump trucks, busses.
on this place
a crossing guard stops traffic.
the red power
blocks mechanical business. white words
halting flows into lined ants.
on the known planet
an iris
is hit by a Chevrolet
because mechanic’s will is driven
by madness
or by cell phone
or this shall be the day i . . . .
how does the day end?
do the other passengers stop?
did the crossing guard’s power stop?
do the roads intersect into tears
or is the silent sirens to answer?
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