|Lauren Mitchell||The 2River View, 10.1 (2005)|
Not that chickens are the most noble of fowl, but they thrive in a zen stasis of
And they roam freer than others—
But where would you go if you were a chicken? Out beyond the fences? Into the roads and cities, to get a desk and a chevy? You don't need walls to know them. Like the woman who gazes at the planes overhead while sitting in traffic. Or the man who shoulders his cross up a steep hill and pauses, just for a moment. And those who watched, because everyone sees themselves in the eyes of a corpse.
But just look at them stippling the grass among the flowers—It's as if the sky could fall and they would know where to run.
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