my mother

Someone had given us a Volkswagen Bug / and in that Bug / I watched my mother roll down the hill / she ran over a fire hydrant / and hit a couple of signs / before the Bug was finally still / people ran out of their houses / then one of them ran back to use a phone / my mother sat on a stone / with her face bashed up / and blood running down into her shirt / still too beautiful and proud / to show the hurt.

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