ditching the car
I tried to ease my way down the embankment
to the crumbling stone wall
my cliché to be photographed
picking my way
crushing delicate plants
upon seeing the spider
I retreated
up the road
I stood barefoot on the one-lane bridge
in my new long flowy purple
and photographed my sister
in her beautiful dress
I’d wanted to but
the cars passing
paid little attention
running onto private property
to quickly sit
CLICK
then back to the road
we passed the animal
unrecognizable but easily smelled
yards away
carefully not stepping on parts, heads down
backtracking our way to the car
avoiding blood
we pulled aside again
to change clothes in front of waving grass
then up the road slowly
to the entrance of the farm
and outside on the grass
