Eye Witness Poem by Peter Neil Carroll

She was striding too fast, skidded
on a bulge in the pavement, flew
like a plane, and made a hard landing
on her face. I think she broke her nose.
Blood splattered her glasses. An old man
stopped to help her up. He brushed
off her navy blue coat. A shopkeeper
appeared with a box of tissues, dabbed
her face. The woman kept saying
thank you, thank you, thank you.
She had a refined voice, polished
manner. She wore mint-green panties.
I was behind her when it happened.