life (haiku)

Stories on the highway

Sugar Beet Crop — Photo by Lucas van Oort on Unsplash

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.

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Bard, barrister & b-baller (for life). the blues, BBQ, beautiful women, & the Bomb, the P-funk, don’t want my funk stepped on…

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Bard, barrister & b-baller (for life). the blues, BBQ, beautiful women, & the Bomb, the P-funk, don’t want my funk stepped on…

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