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life (haiku)
Stories on the highway
beets sprout
off a busy road —
bloodstains of a deer
I have always been haunted by the time I hit a deer on the highway in the middle of the night. The deer came out of nowhere and before I knew it, the deer was in my headlights. I tried to swerve but the whole episode happened too quickly.
I thought I would write about the unfortunate event. But never have I really thought much about it until now. I was on the highway again recently and remembered it because of what I saw on the road that night. But also, there was the beautiful farmland all around me.
Perhaps this is a beginning.
Tagging a few word scratchers here for good measure — Derrick Weston Brown; Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她) TC Hails KSHernandez Berl's Poetry Shop Haiku Poetry Astoria Haiku Every Day Poems
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