September 7, 2016

License plate from 1958 Ambulance/Hearse
An ambulance drives by,
Full-speed, sirens yelling,
And the whole class
Pauses from the lesson on the

Screen at the front of the room.
What fresh tragedy pulls them away
From Hamlet or Victor

Frankenstein? School is just
A mile down from
The blue glare emergency
Of the Concord Hospital,

Where, I am quite sure, dying
Happens everyday.

Annotate that, sweet thing.
We are at odds of sort -
Healing or helping,

Doctors or teachers all.

This is Poem #162 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I challenged myself to spend a year in which I’d wake most mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee. By the end of the year,  I had written 241 poems.  Here, I have published second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.