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Poems
Nov 2012
Aglaia
I went hunting with my dad once
Around August or September
I was younger but old enough to remember
Windhowls of the deep forests
Sounded like owls everywhere
Straying from our camper - I didn't dare
It didn't take long
It was almost too soon
Anticlimactic & too simple to be true
Just planted ontop of the weeds
Just a few feet into the brush
Lay a pile of stuff
Disshevled and unkempt
Motionless and covered in burrs
Save for the sleight of a gust to weave thru its fur
The bones weren't white or polished
The cartoons had misled
It sat there in pieces & browning, instead
Skeletal, like random things tossed together
A velcro roadkill tumbleweed
Dried out and unable to bleed.
My dad told me it was a coyote
I thought,
There's no way that was a coyote - a coyote?
It's just a pile of stuff
#love
#depression
#life
#death
#dead
#****
#childhood
#verse
#hunting
#decay
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Michigan
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