Thursday, August 25, 2016

poem of the day August 25


I just woke up
to turkey sounds
A flock of them
are in my orchard
where my one
and only peach
clings to the tree
Yesterday it was hanging
red and beautiful
almost ripe
needing only a
day more for perfection
My muse is interrupted
by more  turkey sounds
I hear them call
"Eat that peach"
"Eat that peach"
I rush out in panic
only to find
the turkeys were
just messing with my mind

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