This is an poem written in the wake of a car crash.
Our friend Mana was returning home from dropping off her son David.
David had just received his results, winning not one but two prizes from his University.
It was late, nearly midnight.
The other car drove out of a side street and crashed into Mana’s car, wrecking it.
It happened at slow speed and no one was hurt.
Mana phoned her friend Anne.
Anne, on her way to bed, came at once.