Driving Route 73
in Knox County,
I could eat the air
gobble stands of balsam
nibble tidal wrack.
A pickup speeds toward me.
The seagull, busy with roadkill,
is slow to rise.
He’s smashes into the truck’s grill
and bounces, dead, across my roof.
Each day I see his body,
white and inert, at roadside.
So sudden the flight from life
to stillness at the road’s edge.
Tag: roadkill
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