[Prose] Buried

2009-06-24 @ 1:14 a.m.

A few days ago the city truck came by to fix the alleyway behind my house. Since I live in rural Iowa, it is nothing but gravel (I know in cities alleys are often paved) and time and rain and traffic had each helped to pit it with holes and ruts.

They dumped more gravel on top of the old. I don't even know how much; enough to add an inch of little rocks on top of the old, all down the alley, and more in the places where the holes were deep, to make everything even.

That dead robin is under there, somewhere. I find myself hoping he'll be found someday. People will put his bones back together and hang him on wires and he'll taste flight again.