this is inspired by the unexpected, turbulent end of an acquaintance.

A cat dead.
Padded paws sprawled neatly
Paws that would not
leap again.
White and black ruffles
gently
In the wind created by the
speed of cars
Cars which swerved
Or tried to.
With woman sticking out,
saying,
'I will not look'.

A man dead.
Soul and light crashed
by metal and bark.
Legs sprawled
That would no longer
Sprint
Or pump to meet the ball
Or his daughters.
His ring rolls out
Along with the tears of the
Woman
who says
'One last look, my baby'.

The distance lolls away
On the rocky bitumen.
Black and white seeps
into coarse glitter
Wedged in the crevices.
The further far...
The further near.
Strings that strain to
Grasp
what fading memory itself
holds dear.

a cat was seen lying dead in the middle of the north-south highway
it looked almost beautiful-i wonder how long it would last.

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