the accident.

"dear sir, excuse me," she said,
"sir, (louder now) hello,"
her voice directed at his back,
a stone wall, it seems, for
he made no response.
she "sir, sir," began to run,
following the slinking shadow
tagging behind the quiet man.
at this time of night, "sir!"
echoed against the cold
empty boundaries of air,
but melted before the man,
who never turned around
at that time of night,
to look at the car-
that-would-not-stop,
or his persistent savior-to-be.