Turkeys, a pair, maybe more
in the bushes
sailing, low-flying, across
the roadway
oblivious, unaware, or
blind, maybe
filling my windshield, the
horizon line
climbing the hill
more gliding than flying,
not a care in the world
ignoring the speeding traffic
that could easily ruin their
days
Edited August 5, 2013
“Earning Their Names – v2”
May 11, 2009
“Earning Their Names”
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