Traffic barely inched ahead
an accident on the highway
a short while ago
a dead deer, two babies unborn
bellies smashed, fresh blood, bones, entrails
glisten in the mid-day sun
cars, rvs, trucks windows down
people peer out, smell exhaust
buzzards buzz overhead
in the distance blaring sirens.
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