I was fourteen,
in the passenger seat
of my older sister's
blue Volkswagen Beetle
on a curvy, hilly,
and wet Route 19
just outside of
Mount Morris, Pennsylvania.
David Bowie was on
the eight-track tape deck
when my sister
took a curve too fast.
I saw the countryside
go bottom up
and realized that
the car was rolling over.
It stopped just short
of going over
an embankment.
The Beetle was totaled
with shattered glass
and a caved-in roof.
My sister was unharmed
and I escaped with
a small cut and a bump
on my head.
I still flash back, sometimes,
to the moment when I saw,
through a cracking windshield,
the world turn upside down
accompanied by the cadence
of David Bowie
singing "Rebel, Rebel." - Jeff Barnes
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