Bodies on the road.
What can I say?
They each had awakened today.
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US 285, again.
The “Ribbon of Death!”
This morning they each had taken a breath.
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So many times now, I’ve witnessed.
Count the fingers on my hands.
Did they each have a wedding band?
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Their motorcycle in pieces.
The Jeep that crossed over was mangled.
Their thirty-year old souls from within wrangled.
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But, the upset stomach remains.
It’s there once more.
That view; that flash of flesh that rattles the core.
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Bodies on the road.
No longer alive.
US 285.
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S.A. Bort / 23 March 2015