
heat
walking on the dusty county road
this hot, dry evening, i came upon
a possum, very young and very dead
unmarred, not a victim of vehiclecide
rather, something more insidious
being perfectly formed in every way
its little possum tail curled up just so
fur dark and sleek, face unpossumly cute
country roads rarely leave the dead
in pristine form, untouched by hawk's
talons, coyote's teeth, vulture's beak
yet, the story was there, plain to see
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2026-09-01 at 03:28
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