Timing Long day’s end closed As the wheels rolled And the headlights Searched the dark So close, one more corner Then your startled eye appeared Instantly foot on brake Car straightened and thud All at once And you rolled away Car stalled mid-road Spilling broken plastics So close, so close Then chance played its hand And I limped home and you Limped to your death. P. Brown Small Blue-Tongue I pushed the mower into the grass But stopped short recognizing your shape I picked you up, not being big and certainly not menacing Your blue tongue searching for assurance Your…