On the side of the highway:
a body of thick fur and flat leathery tail.
Why did the beaver cross the road?
I guess we’ll never know.
I drive a lime aphid
along a grey ribbon,
through rippling hills
and valleys of
along teal satin waters
beneath a blue silk sky
dusted with tufts of batting fluff.
(The aphid is actually a Beetle, but the colour is right). 😉
When the road is dark
illuminated only be the narrowest of beams
look above to the sparkling canopy of stars
and ahead to the distance glow
illumination is out there.
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Shawn Bird is an author, poet, and educator in the beautiful Shuswap region of British Columbia, Canada. She is a proud member of Rotary.
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