On the way to your houseA Poem by Vicki L.
Under the shrill of cicadas
I found the remains of a cow. Ants soldiered over the bones staking claim as if it were ivory. Dark scars on the road told the end of the story where cows follow the fence to freedom...the skull caved in with a soft nudge of my shoe. I bent down and saw the eyes were gone. Flesh and fur weathered to nothing. My fingers traced curving angles, poked in joints. One bone's white horizon rose up from the dirt, submerged just so perfect even the ants left it alone. I took a deep breath--paid my silent respects-- the cicadas never ending their chronic hymn-- then hefted the bone into my bag.
© 2010 Vicki L.Author's Note
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