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After many years in Berkeley, Judy Clarence now writes poetry from the foothills of the Sierras in Northern California where she lives with her daughter and grandchildren. A classical musician (violin, choral singing) she's a retired academic librarian. She doesn't drink soda, pop or Coke, but enjoys iced green tea.

Stepping stone path in clear blue water.

TWO SKUNKS

JUDY CLARENCE

I can’t stop thinking:

Two dead skunks just

outside the culvert, noses

touching as if to breathe

each other’s last breaths.

 

I can’t stop wondering:

Why no blood? Too far off

the roadway to call

roadkill. Seems like someone

in my neighborhood abhors

skunks.

 

I can’t stop seeing them, curled

together, bodies full of poison

turning blood to gum, then rock.

 

I can’t stop not smelling

skunk—they had no time

in fleeing their safe space to spew

their scent in self-defense.

 

This is how we may all go,

writhing, embracing, noses

touching, centuries of toxins

curling our stiff bodies into closure.

I can’t stop wanting to survive.

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