I drove past Jasper today
soft speckled fluff mounded on the white line between the rows of cars
If I had not seen the wing before
I would not be able to discern if Jasper had been anything other than Bird
its soft allure
beckons me to stop and pick it up and cradle it in my arms
but the shoulder and setting to the side of the road is less safe than where it lies now
large and small vehicles perch them selves to the side
machinery roars and whines where the trees have been plucked and burned, the lush land ground down to sand
semi glass tears of what once was
constantly being crushed
all in the name of progress
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