the shards of glass on the black topped road
glitter like diamonds in the dark
passing headlights pay no attention
for they have become a common sight
yet, they must have only cut deep into someone’s skin
yet, they must have only pierced through someone’s veins
was it the rear view mirror, the sidelight?
was it the entire windshield?
it doesn’t matter
under those speeding tires
even diamonds become dust in the wind.
-November 15, 2010