Peter Grieco. Out Route 62.

1 Feb

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.

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