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Three dead flies
saved in a plastic bag
to show the exterminator
sprayed not swatted
to preserve their looks.
One striped one
may be a different species.
I walk out into
the cool fresh evening
to the parking lot
with death on my mind.
Nothing unusual there
just existence and essence
at the same time…
let it be
let it come
let me know.
Two blocks later
turning the corner
onto snowmelt pavement
an opossum neatly dodges
my left front tire only
to be squashed by the right.
Four blocks more
and I turn back
to confirm what I felt
the body
still in the road
not playing.
All these signs and omens
may mean something.
Let me know.
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