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Roadkill by Dalia Astalos

Dalia Astalos | Oct 22nd, 2021 | poetry | No Comments

Poem

The boy on the bike
looked back as he rode
crunching fall leaves underneath
spinning wheels.

He wobbled once
and I shouted
Look forward!
but he didn’t hear me
because my face was turned
into my window
as I drove forward
while looking back.

I ran over a someone else’s roadkill
the column of grey and red fur
unrecognizable
in my rearview mirror
for when do we ever really
look forward.

Poet Bio

Dalia Astalos is a food and culture writer in San Diego, CA. She’s been a poet since fifth grade when her first poem was published.

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