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Wild Turkeys

Wild Turkeys At the edge of the cemetery,to the left of the entrance way,a flock of wild turkeys, thin and black,stroll through oft trimmed grass. They pick and bob alongas if plucking deep, silent noteswithin… Wild Turkeys

Boardwalk Homeless

I’ve got books in my cart I’ve forgotten when I’ve read. Pages up my sleeve’s heart hidden with the salt and bread. When I walk down the street people get out of my way, everywhere… Boardwalk Homeless

People file by

People file by Like so many years Compressed into a two hour line. You came to my mom’s And I came to your dad’s But we were both away When our others had passed. So… People file by