the hot pavement
felt nice
on his cold belly
until he got
hit by a semitruck
on cruise control
going
sixty-five mph
in the sun
he dried up
to the size and shape of a turtle
and the wind blew him back into the water
then he didn't feel anything
without a family to bury him
he soaked up the lake water
of whose comfort he ventured from
and swam away in every direction
where semi trucks never come from and never arrive or drive over
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