This is the place it happened

This is the place it happened. It was here.

You might not know it was unless you knew.

All day the cars blow past and disappear.

This is the place it happened. It was here.

Look at the sparkling dust, the oily smear.

Look at the highway marker, still askew.

This is the place it happened. It was here.

You might not know it was unless you knew.

[Joshua Mehigan {1969- }, 'The Crossroads', from Accepting the Disaster]