Second Thought

The bus rolls down the road

Yellow and bright

Carrying it's regular load

Quite the sight

 

Up the hill past the quarry

Granite mine

The corner we found Lucky

Oak and pine

 

Left along the concrete creek

Fenced drive

Scenes are clear in child speak

Oak divide

 

An early stop I want to follow

Shortcut route

Through the creek and hallow

Second thought

 

Around a corner over a bridge

Turtle spot

Up the hill and atop the ridge

Navas stop

 

Often a group today only me

Walking alone

The bus rolls until I can't see

Almost home

 

Our yard hose distracts my plan

Swing it wide

It wraps me round and round

Changing tide

 

I awake in blood on the ground

Sprinkler head

A helicopter is circling high

Must've Sped

 

Mom off the porch and running

Standing wobbly

My judgement to her, astonishing 

Hands bloody

 

Old Ford driving to the doctor

Apply pressure

A few stitches are the answer

Eyebrow suture

 

The helicopter lands the same

Hurried pace

Time can stop with just a name

Ended race

 

A drive home in the dark for one

Mourning another

To sleep until a new day's sun

Father and Mother

 

They know not how close it was

Shortcut route

Life being like a delicate vase

A second thought

Nick Campos March 2024