Slide open my bathroom window framing a far- off freeway.
Clear sleep from crusty eyes.
Three am.
Suburbs still
except for the sound of just woken hounds
machinery sawing metal
moans from the interior of mangled cars.
Medics and firemen
all hands on deck
Sirens respectfully on silent
still winking blue and red
proceeding with the procedure
cutting limb from carnage
life from crumpled tin- foil wreck.
The pleasures of falling and flight.