No Time for More


The blind pulled up I knew

what was crumpled in the street

in front our house wasn’t trash

or discarded clothing

but I had to go out the door

to check before I told you I need

                                             a shovel and tried to use it

The dead possum was too heavy to lift

I walked back to the house

to ask you for help

You grimace at such a gory task at 4 AM

I follow you out with a flashlight and a cardboard box

and wait for you to walk up the cement stairs across the street

that once lead to houses long gone now

and in the darkness place the makeshift casket in the trees

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