Yellow Tarps

Everyone beneath them was loved.

Photo by Bekky Bekks on Unsplash

This morning, on my way to the grocery store, on a road that I have traveled for 40 years, I passed a dead body.  At first, I did not notice the yellow tarp sprawled on the grass embankment beneath the telephone pole.  A twisted ball of metal further up on the hill gave clues of it having been a motorcycle;  a severed whe…