I saw a road kill today.
I was driving to work
Listening to poetry
on NPR radio
Something about
Many Languages many souls
I wasn't thinking about work
I wasn't thinking about home
I saw a road kill.
I drove around it.
It was a cat.
A very pretty white and grey cat
Someones pet that they loved.
All our inspirations, and
All of our triumphs
come to not
As death takes us.
(I miss you.)
Dude: Road kill? My neighbor was telling me about road kill dear the other day. Actually, I was telling him. And he called it road kill. When I was in high school two friends and I drove my buddy's sister back to her home in Vermont in a snow storm. On the way back, we found a deer on the side of road that had been hit recently. So we tossed it in the trunk of his '62 Impala and brought it home. We strung it up and cleaned it in his garage. That was road kill. Nice, reflection ... like Dickinson's "because I could not stop for death, he kindly stopped for me ..."
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