Traveler
I pulled over far as I could, flashers on.
It’s a crazy two-lane road,
people drive so fast, heedless.
I pulled a gray goose by the dry blue feet,
resting the still form in a bed of clover.
I couldn’t stand to see that beautiful body
smashed any further.
I resisted stroking the feathers, still smooth,
as there were headlights in the distance.
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Beautiful poem and a beautiful act.
this scene is
tightly depicted,
unity of image,
familiar yet revelatory
of feeling
Like the immediacy of this poem as well the poem itself!