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.

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