By Rahel Gil Buds of phrases fashion in my mind as I walk the miles on our peaceful quiet road An occasional jogger catches up and passes me with a nod or smile Vehicles give me a wide berth from my curbside I walk and think, in peaceful ignorance of any danger, and AH, a brilliant phrase pleases me --- A sudden WHAM sends my body flying phrase and all My mind spins in flight, "A car, I'm dead!"…