An owl slipped through the black
above my speeding car.
Owl, Owl, enthroned on
telephone poles.
And me, a hollow tin can girl,
staring up at your existence.
Five raccoons skimmed the tires,
slid into darkness.
Wild paws parading on
black tar roads.
And me, a watering-can girl,
straining at your survival.
I have typed in vain for an hour and a half--the other words that must be said are stuck somewhere inside. Fortunately, someone else has written (almost) exactly what I wanted say.
Here is an excerpt from her words.