DEAD SKUNK FILES

 

Sun rising later

in the morning

on the long walk

to the train station.

 

Quiet but disconcerting;

a dead skunk laying legs up;

maggots swarming

in & out of the dead flesh.

 

The fragrance is putrid

and it’s not the loveliest sight

first thing in the morning

before even getting

that first cup of coffee.

 

Hopefully the day will get better.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wonder if this was originally written on a Monday

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