Accident

If you’re too green

For a place,

Everyone can feel it.

As sure as self is

Close to the entrance

A walled chasm

Of separation

Invades.

Streets collide

At a juncture

Meet at your feet,

Head over heels

This raggedy doll

Hurtled

Catapulted in time.

This urban martyrdom

Of female patronesses

Planted in crevices

Of concrete and steel,

There’s something

Somewhere

That does not want a body,

Watches us pass by.

Make sense of this

In life’s puzzle

Of shards configuring

The stillness remains

Mourns only

The lonely grids of time.

Jolly Alexander loves to read and to write. She is a member of the Society of Children's Book Writers and Illustrators. (SCBWI) She loves to meet and network with people on social media.

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