Self-awareness on a pedestal,
stalled by a stormy day,
placed there by providence
—by poet
A Close Encounter
car window reflected a close encounter.
iridescent feathers folded; downpour.
in blue cape, he hides his eyes, blue-green.
we squeak past the blue trash can, he’s atop.
so close, my husband doesn’t see him there,
but the passenger, me, “Look a peacock!”
was on my way to get...
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