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Wild Turkeys on the Road Near Home

Tribal elders in their feathered garb
pow-wow in the middle of the road.
Bright red wattles shake
from bright blue faces

(reminding me of
rabid football fans) .

Smiling drivers stop,
though with a slight discomfort

to see something so ancient
that Johnny-come-lately, reason,
makes no sense of it at all.

Submitted: Monday, January 30, 2006
Edited: Monday, January 30, 2006


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  • Duncan Wyllie (4/2/2006 11:56:00 AM)

    So much beauty and wonder in nature.So many questions as to why and How?
    Brilliant poetry from you again Max, Love Duncan

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  • Raynette Eitel (1/30/2006 4:53:00 PM)

    This is a good description of a nice moment. We saw a herd of wild turkeys when we were in our motorhome in Williamsburg Virginia and I never forgot how picturesque they were, in among all the autumn trees.

    Raynette

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