I nearly drove over abundance

six turkeys crossing under the crest

of the hill

slowing my movement of time

to observe royal feathers crowned

in folded gold. The wattle of pride

leading his blessings. Above

the sky breathes clouds

and my eyes take in fortune

trumpeting over darkness

and her calf hovering

above Earth

weightless molecules

levitating hope

My own body pressing

against division grounded by birds

pulses with infinity

while elephants dissolve

into the blue beyond

 

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