Thinking of KB

Two cop cars
next to a flat range,
tent nestled

between two trees.
One of the cops
fluffs out a blanket,

pulls carefully
through air
so the covering falls

flat over
bleached weeds
reaching up

past the knees,
nestles over…

out of sight,
fifty feet
from camp,

couldn’t quite
make it to the highway
or to day’s break,

now leaving
the rest of us
to wonder

if we are passing
or collecting
orbs into breath.


One thought on “Thinking of KB

  1. so much in so few words. the segment of the cop and the blanket is surprisingly tender. and it makes me think of how depressing it must be to encounter death as part of one’s job. the last stanza makes me think of dying in a different way.

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