One time, not long ago, I saw a live turkey
In, of all unpromising places, Harvard Square
Just past Mr Bartley's on the traffic island.
At first, I thought it was a lifelike statue,
A work of art by some Harvard genius,
To put a turkey on a traffic island,
In the middle of bustling Cambridge.
But then I saw the bundle of feathers move,
Its wattle brilliant red against its mien.
I almost grabbed my phone to take a picture,
But figured that the turkey would resent
Infringement upon his public privacy.
I alerted the women I was walking with,
Look, a live turkey! They were happily startled.
The Muse is like that. If you look for her,
You probably won't find her. But someday,
She'll just appear, hello! in a thick-thronged city
Among the asphalt crosswalks and the bricks,
Thriving in an inauspicious environment,
Surprising you into felicity.
Poetry by Thomas DeFreitas
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Written on 2018-01-18 at 06:34
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