ebbortz

Friday, April 25, 2014

what comes around

thinking that lone turkey
pecking around at the end of the yard
     wobbly
paying attention to the hillside drop-off
lost from a half-dozen others
     a roost of one
just might be
my mother incarnate

a true rosie-the-riveter
worker-like
scarfing up loose food
providing for the community
     if she ever reconnects
stepping through resurrected
green buds
new grass
a trail of her own

running away
if i approach

--- e b bortz

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