Haiku

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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