Nonchalance

Endings today-

A small thing, as if hit,
flails its last on the hot roadway,
its doubtful heart and kicking legs
wanting only to run, to run.

And I have done murder,
my mower surprising some bees and fledgling frogs
who wanted only sweetness and shade.

This grass will grow now.

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