4 wild turkeys in bike trail
heads craned wanting to eat
the little birds wanting to
eat the red berries they knock
their jutting feathers purple
the leaves underfoot jutting
red the color of their necks
these visions and rain and the
spirits passing between worlds
cleansing me
a voice from my long
lost in shower telling
me the cop wants his wife committed
torrential downpour
black morning just missed me
pants & hair soaked, wet for work