she has...
a girl-in-the-back-row-of-class-like crater face, scars of a fight that she's long lost.
her hung head rose, pawed the partition,
chose five bills, then hopped out the cab at the wrong stop.
across the cross-walk...
Tom gawked, his suicide note long forgotten, eyes on the great rock that hovered thirteen feet above her.
his thoughts paused, shocked as he watched the collision
and wished that he was quick enough to jump up and intervene, be it to save her or shove her...
from harm's way.
he gathered what courage he could while she watched with closed eyes,
and into the road Tom goes, hands held high 'til the cars braked.
even traffic stopped breathing while he knelt by her side,
and tried to revive 'til his arms ached.
just paid,
Frank the deaf baker tucked away the hundred bucks cash that he always withdrew.
turned the corner to the scene of a crash, and watched mute,
a frantically jerking and jolting hovering rock shuddered and grew,
then sunk down four feet and teetered in mid-air above a knelt and oblivious dude.
Frank's frankly confused,
the crew of the space ship Cornelius-2 chuckled and coo'd, their ship's camoflauge momentarily wavered and brought them in view.
Frank fainted.
Zood spoke: "We come closer each day to this idiom's truth, and surely in weeks we'll have got'em!"
Krum hummed: "Oh, what wonderful news! Supreme rule will be surely enthused!"
For this alien race often had pondered what it meant when we said we were "hitting rock bottom".
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