My Brother.

And his crossed eyes — a premonition.

Photo by cottonbro from Pexels

I was in my Brother's truck and he was driving. We were stopped at a stop sign on the corner of Chestnut and Van Ness on our way to Fisherman's Wharf which is only a few blocks away.

We were devastated and I have to admit that I never prayed so hard and so much in my life.

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Joanne Olivieri

Published author, poet and photographer. Love birds, animals, food, art, books, music. Contact jmcojo@gmail.com - https://medium.com/@jodapoet