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      Leaving for the Airport



No windscreen wipers


The car ahead strikes

a cat with a glancing blow

               launching it

                      pinning 360 degrees

          and then some

its tail jutting, fur spiking

         blood spraying

  leaving a crimson circle

we watch

    the cat’s legs refusing to accept

              its helicopter death

              ready to high-tail it

                  across the highway


Strange how shock

will keep your head spinning

          & your motor running

                 when all is lost.


that’s why I’m leaving you