Sunday, February 20, 2011

A small tale in mistiming

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Not Always To The Swift

The rabbit I ran over last night was
eaten by a coyote before morning.
Something dies that something lives.
The ground is already wet enough to
have washed away the incident on the
asphalt drive, my car easing down, the
spooked bunny barreling from the green
slope catching tread under the right rear.

It’s funny how you can feel the vibration
for hours after, replaying what you could
have done different, slower, faster, not at
all and, returning, seeing it still lying on its
side splayed out before headlights as if it
were merely asleep but for the brushstroke
of blood faintly swifted from its eary head.

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This morning leaves no trace, no epilogue
to the small tale in mistiming, nothing to
remember but the furry lift of a wheel for
the briefest of moments still ringing in the
bones. Pink trumpettes have closed their
horns, petals bowed against the prediction
of rain. Somehow, they know, they know.

A red coyote pads through the mist-flushed
meadow, drowsy, measured, two paws
after the others, its belly round beneath
a tawny sage fringe of fur as if a small
rabbit were curled up asleep inside.

Joseph Gallo
February 15, 2011


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4 Comments:

Blogger Kyle parried...

Powerful. Often, often, life is simply sad and nothing to be done for it.

February 21, 2011 1:25 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

None of us gets out of this alive, I suppose. Watched, along with several other people in my tour group, a red-tailed hawk streak rapier-like through a meadow diving and grasping a distracted ground squirrel and with barely a change in momentum return up into the sky with it.

Grace & horror, grace & horror.

February 22, 2011 5:22 PM  
Blogger merlynsea parried...

I wouldn't mind being that rabbit.

Thank you for sharing such magical 'turn-of-phrase'. I am enraptured by the tale.... and the visuals in both mind and eye-sight. Your photo's are breath-taking.

I have only discovered you moments ago, and could easily spend the rest of this human expression reminiscing through the adventures of your delightful gift of creating an ideal Universe in that perfect balance between nothing and everything. Again: Thank You!

March 09, 2011 5:59 PM  
Blogger Joseph Gallo parried...

Your comments are greatly appreciated, Merlynsea. Thank you for heartfelt praise and your willingness to reminisce for so long a time. Do I know you?

March 20, 2011 11:54 AM  

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