Roadkill Kisses

Lining either side of the paved roads, far too many lifeless little animals lay cold, destroyed, and friendless, without even the dignity of decomposing back into the earth. I send them all kisses, carried over the air, bridging the distance between us. A policeman sits on the side of the road, watching faces as the cars drive by. I start to blow my kiss to the roadkill a few yards beyond his patrol car, but realize the policeman surely would misinterpret. Beyond his view now, I send the poor groundhog a kiss through the reflection in the side view mirror.