Every Day Is a Bleak Day in the Towing Yard
Stuffed animals crowd the dashboard
of a crumpled minivan at the towing yard,
not the usual assortment of tiny ones,
but large bears and dogs doomed to fade
in the sun under the watchful eyes
of the hawk who cruises the area.
No one cared enough, or didn’t get a chance
to remove them after the accident.
One day a new car shows up
whose vanity plate reads GR33NDAY,
not exactly an experience of itself
in this gravel field of smashed hopes.
About the Author: Meg Freer grew up in Montana and lives in Ontario, where she writes and teaches piano. Her work has appeared in Ruminate, Arc Poetry, Rat’s Ass Review, Eastern Iowa Review, and many other journals. She is co-author of a chapbook, Serve the Sorrowing World with Joy (Woodpecker Lane Press, 2020) as well as author of A Man of Integrity (Alien Buddha Press, 2022). She holds a Graduate Certificate in Creative Writing with Distinction from Humber School of Writers.
Image Credit: Carol M. Highsmith “Rusted relics in an “automobile graveyard” near Kingman, Arizona” (2018) Public domain image courtesy of the Library of Congress
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