An American Sentence

Warming fingertips with breath, reminding myself the greening assured.
Warming fingertips with breath, reminding myself the greening assured.
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?