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December 10, 2018
By emilycathryn SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
emilycathryn SILVER, Hartland, Wisconsin
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Grabbing a towel from my trunk,

I run. Blood pools on my hands,

on the dashboard, on the man’s head

and on the drunk—who thought he hit

a deer. He vows, it’s not time

to throw in the towel.


The author's comments:

This is written in a Korean style poem called a Sijo!


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