This is unfinished and quite depressing, but I refuse to fictionalize this piece and there is much yet to be seen on my drives. I'll keep an eye out for eros, agape, etc.
Red Carnations:
Bouquet.
Cast, haphazard,
to the wayside.
Unrequited love.
Mid intersection,
a toad,
unwavering,
bereaving splattered partner.
So it seems.
But toads will eat
nearly anything.
False love.
Road kill:
Light brown hare
pale as the moonlight
lighting the road.
Black hare
waits for my pass
then nudges the corpse again.
Star-crossed love.
My, this is both striking, grotesque, and beautiful. I think it is done though.
ReplyDeleteMiddle stanza is definitely my favorite. Nicely done.
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