Truth Serum Press (Vol. 5) July 2020
He
never really knows which curve
will
hide the flock of wild turkeysthat almost every morning
struts and pecks its way across
from field to field, either
oblivious to or ignorant of traffic,
intent on only what can be
found and eaten, whatever it is
that turkeys, long before sunrise,
seek.
All he really wants, driving
away
from his bed, driving away
from
anything bedlike and restful, is another day of certainty about
anything; another reassurance
that goals can be obtained;
that,
like him, the sun will rise;
that
grass can indeed be greener.