on writing chapter five
5.27.2010
The Accidental Artist
Plastered
to the shoulder
of your road
were the
rotting carcasses
of a fox
and a squirrel.
That hunter never caught
his prey
but the driver
who took them both out
captured what many well-fed
trite morons never do:
a moment.
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