Black Ice

The car now turned around,

pointing in the wrong direction,

all in the blink of an eye—

can I back down this hill?

I’m a sitting duck!

Is another car coming?

Do I get out of the car?

Will the salt truck arrive soon?

Damn, such a good song

playing on the radio. I haven’t

heard that cut from Steely Dan

it in at least a decade.

I wish I had some coffee.

Damn, how long till the salt truck?