We heard the screech Then the pop Of metal on metal Or metal on wood It’s hard to tell the difference When you’re half asleep
People were running To it and from it People afraid that they’d Be sent away Away from their babies Others stopped them and calmed them
My thumbs wrestled With dialing 9-1-1 But I described it best I could As quickly as I could And as accurately as I could Then we waited.
Traumatic situation all around tonight in our “hood” as a mom with children jumped the curb and hit a pole or tree then took off from the scene as she was afraid that she’d be deported or put in in jail or something. One by one the emergency personnel showed up and we made our way home. Lights and voices still thick behind us. Scary.