The dog runs into the street,
turns back at once on its side
spinning, or it regains its feet
& runs into low brush. Drivers
of two more cars see it.
The woman in the Tesla only feels it
& pulls over, her face peering
out distraught, she’s wondering
was it a child? an animal?
Maybe she gets out & looks for it
or rings a doorbell, that part of
this miserable story I can’t retell
because the other driver & I
don’t stop, we’re still driving.
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