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2013-06-25T21:42:50-07:00June 25th, 2013|Musings on life|

The hippo and the rose

A pick-up truck
muddy and rusted out at the back
the driver rolls down his window
at the red light
I think he is reaching out
to flick a cigarette
but he picks a rose
from a bush growing on the median
and hands it to a person I can’t see
sitting beside him

at the same time they are talking
on the radio about the flood
and the hippo who floated high enough
in the zoo to smash a window
and almost escaped
into the Bow River

and all day
I couldn’t get them out of my head

the guy who could have kept driving
but stopped
to do something so tender
I looked away

and the hippo
who had his own spontaneous
thrust of will
but instead of a red light
there was a zookeeper
madly boarding up
his one chance
to be free.

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