The scant electric tree
sheds a furred question —
let the answer comfort

dead possum

dead possum

Poor little guy found under power poles on the way back from my usual café. I think he* was electrocuted, rather than hit by a car, as there is no sign of injury. Some people in Australia hate possums, but I admire them for their ability to live amongst us, running over roofs and reminding us that we aren’t totally divorced from nature.

Off to do a reading soon of nearly all new material. God but I’m prolific! Prolific as a healthy possum with access to unlimited fruit. Which is, I hope, what a possum sees after death.

Other Tuesday poets are more punctual. Read them here.

*I can’t see a pouch, so I assume he.