Possum says that
there are all these
highways now that
she can’t get across
without taking her
life into her paws
but crow says that
he likes the wires
along the highway
where he can sit
and see a mile
in both directions
all the roadkills
as they happen.
John Enright: Reality Salad 
Roadkill delights. My dad always called them “poor dead things.” And we would amuse ourselves on family trips by seeing who could identify the most poor dead things before we reached Grandma’s house. Easter visits were prime time for spotting poor dead things on the ground, while Thanksgiving trips yielded the most poor dead thing sightings on moving rooftops.
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I’m glad you never give up on poetry. I liked this one.
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