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with only the moon’s fleeting company

Lillian Wagner / 9

The carcass lies on the sidewalk.

Eyes like olives that never grew,

looking back at me through a tinted window.

A tongue hanging out of its mouth.

It will never taste again. Never again

feel the wind against its body, pushing.

As if to warn it of what’s to come

Preparing its fleshy tan body of a never ending darkness.

Its soul running, dancing with the wind —

But

Never

Feeling.

Its face laying on the cold sidewalk

with only the moon's fleeting company, its dim light

can't reach it.

Everything it saw with those olive eyes

green trees

yellow flowers

luscious berries.

Never Again.

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