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"Roadkill" by Deborah Lacativa
SIGNALS
Twenty-five days dry,
There's a rattle in the tree.
Middle of September and already
Brown leaves and cellophane litter
Are chasing one another
In a dust orbit on the patio.
On Cheyenne and North Ninth
Chestnut bombs are collecting
In the gulley.
Guerrilla squirrels, husky.
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Passing fences, then fields,
fields,
fields,
Full pelt down the road --
Squirrel
Raccoon
Possum
Possum, maybe
Squirrel, tell by the tail
Undetectable, almost,
just the awful whiff
Porcupine, fresh-squeezed,
Still bristling
Squirrel
Hawk -- yeah! Hawk
Wing intact, flagging
Fields, fields, fields.
Crooked corn gone to battle, gone scarecrow.
Cremola moon passing through Virgo.
Red-eyed potatoes gather the urge
To dance on top of the mounds.
Jack-o-lanterns sit uneffacing.
Golden teasle stiff in the ditch.
Decadent fuchsia, o cordial pendants.
Apples, slug-bitten, clouded with dew-loving flies.
Hoses snakeposing, unhissing.
Crimson falls, ivy streams espaliered on the embankment.
Damp shadow, animated Giaccometti doing plastic man.
Rattle. Bomb. Husks. S' squirrel.
David Gilmour
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fun one!
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