Moonlight on my skin

Lengthening shadows of twilight

When the windshield caved in

As steel on steel screeched an emergency.

The sound of everything

Grating on everything else

When greens became reds too early

And the deep roots

Of hopeful pursuits

Came crashing into me.

The police came to collect stories

And the door ajar

Sounding into the night

It’s persistent plight.

Nerves steady as milk

On the verge of sour

For a while after that.

Took months for them

To be rigid again.

– Vagabond Prophet

Thanks @josy57 for prompting me with “A door ajar.” Not very happy with this but there it is.