The true hero
In the collision that didn't happen
Was the driver who swerved
Throwing his car with his family in it
Into the road friendly field.
In the face of death I loose my snootiness
Declaring it was in the goodness of God's grace
A nonincident-incident, neither of us being hurt.
My shock from how close we came to disaster
His relief I wasn't a crazed racist.
Instinctively we realized the night was our enemy,
With a black rural road where I was ill experienced,
And not each other.
Bill Grace
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/incident-on-a-night-rural-road/
