How many stop signs

Did you fly by, Boo

Before you drove off

That cliff?

Did you think about that

As you made

Your slow-motion fall

To the canyon floor?

Did you have

Even a moment

Of regret

As you sank?

Did you have time

To wear fear

Or hug dread

Before the flames?

Baby, God’s been good to you

You can’t deny it

So many gracious chances

And clear obvious escapes

I wonder where

Your thirst lies

Now that you

Lie face down?

Are you still

Trying to

Get just one

More taste?