The curve of your ear
Lobe
Invites me in to peek,
Where fluttering eyelids
An inch away on your face
Indicate
Your slumbering presence.
The rising fall of your chest
Evenly punctuated
By the nickering that
Escapes
From within
Cracked open curves
Slightly.
Earlier this morning you pointed,
Called me to the window with excited chirping songs,
Chrrrrchrrrr chrrrrr chrrrr,
There creeping out from behind
Stately poplars, whose branches intertwined,
Raised up to the misty sky,
Haloed cups awaiting full filament,
There were ten turkeys
In
A
Line
Stepping
Out
Of
Shadow.
One two three
They came
Four five six
They came
Seven eight nine
Ten!
Into the light yet not bright space
They shook
Their feathered finery
Finely,
Stretched their necks
And fluffed
Until fully satisfied
Then wandered away to peck thistle seeds;
Made much ado
About the still
Waking day.
Ambling past where mint and milkweed had grown
Where now husks remained, husks and hollow
Stalks marked the terrain,
Here they crossed over to the other side;
The stragglers lagging behind
Eventually
Caught
Up
Until
Ten turkeys climbed up the leaf littered hill
And entered the woods in a line:
Pine woods, the blue green needles and spiraling branches
Gobbled them up
Then they were gone
Out of sight
No more.
We watched together
Then
You turned
To me
And pointed with a breath
Making questioning sound
Fogging the window
Slightly
Acknowledging that we
We saw something happen
Together.
Where do you go
Lying beside me flat on your back
Eyelids flickering,
A smile,
A rising fall of chest,
You rest
Fingers curled over palms by your head,
While I
I keep peeking
Into
The curvature of your earlobe
Marveling at that excellent shell,
It invites me in like no other.
It invites me in like no other.
Lovely
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