I saw a raccoon on the side of the road
her fur gently ruffled by my passage
head between her paws, bandit eyes asleep
her tail in the shape of a question mark.
There was no time for an answer as
I was compelled by red command to
share a moment beside a looming yellow wall.
In each portrait window a grim face of youth,
pressed against glass unyielding. Behind me
horns sound in the shape of a question mark
so I place my head between my paws
and keep my bandit eyes awake.
As I race towards that looming wall
ruffling the fur of grim faced portraits
trying to find the time for an answer
the shape of my tale a question mark
on how to share a moment and allow
the passage of a raccoon on the side of the road.
