Bare
dirt tough feet
couple of
scruffy armadillos
gingerbread arms
waving accenting
fencepost dialect
haphazard squawking
nuisance eatin all
the crumbs tossed
and she's telling
how she drove
all night slow
up from Eugene
as to not
hit the butterflies
hatched fluttering
in the headlights
then pulls over
at sun up
to salvage
the souls her
grill had collected









