Out Route 62
We just do it, we just live. However
much thought we put into it hardly seems
worth it. But why not? Because the streams are
too many & there’s no keeping up, with
everything running wild. What happened
just yesterday, sunlight catching at the
raspberries—every red thread of life turns
out thinner than we think, a paradise
for insects perhaps, the great shadow of
the earth mostly unseen.
Those berries stain
us, our fingers & our jeans like there’s a
bloody body left hidden in the green
rows behind us & all around us. I
don’t mean to suggest fear, but there’s
mystery left in everything familiar.
The great gift. The absurd billboard, right there,
promoting fatherhood, when what really
would be better is a good car washing.
pea river journal 
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