Flashing red lights scream upcanyon,
set dogs and coyotes howling,
startle cattle and the horses to look
afraid of what we don’t know. Road
too narrow for the eyes of tourists
to leave, too many curves for speeding
motorcycles, too many steep places
to meet a tour bus or a neighbor
hauling cattle, or someone with
too much to drink—we never know.
But back slow and easy, the ambulance
was either not needed, or just too late.
for Linda Hussa
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