What I Know

Diana R

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I suppose that the last thing she saw was the headlights, Bright as the Sun. Or maybe it was her kite in the sky, Flying like the Bird. I don’t know. I suppose that the last thing she felt was her blood, Cold as the Rain. Or maybe it was the asphalt, Rough as the Tree Bark. I don’t know. I suppose that the last thing she heard was her heart, As it beat its final beat. Or maybe it was the screech of tires, When the driver realized what he did. I don’t know. But the kite was still in her hand, When the driver looked down. And it fluttered away into sky’s land, When the driver looked up. That I know. And I also know that the kite could have stayed, If the driver would look at the road. And I also know that the blood would not rain, If the driver would keep the radio low. And I also know that her heart would still beat, If the driver would try to drive slow. And I also know that less people would weep, If distractions would be kept to the minimal.