Turkey hen’s death throes
Poults scattering, lost and cold —
I give back his ring.*
*Within a week of my ex asking me for a divorce, a neighbor called to let me know that our local momma turkey had been hit by a red sports car. I held her as she died, but was unable to save any of her poults. Turkey has always represented family to me. The timing of this couldn’t have been more clear.
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jinxx🌷xoxo
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Yeah, synchronicity can be a bitch. 
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I am, thank you. This actually happened a couple of years ago, but sometimes the emotion just wells up fresh. This time there was enough of it to wring a poem out of the sadness.
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