Strange White Wall

by Nicole Kuwik

The armadillo’s shell is shattered
and little feet stick up,
still clawed,
his face turned toward the
concrete barrier

I contemplate
the little guy’s
last moments

Staring at a strange white wall
in the darkness,

white lights from behind
go past
and past and

Nicole Kuwik is freezing. She likes to identify moths and do her driving when the sun is going down. Buy her a drink and she may tell you the latest news. Or not.

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