It looks like a scene from another world,
and I suppose it is. Or a portrait perhaps
of another time, long ago.
And that, I suppose, depends
on how you measure time and whether
you even believe in it at all anymore,
what with things passing by at such a
breakneck speed these days. Nevertheless,
at early twilight on a day I call yesterday
I turned down the road just in time
to see a line of turkey hens,
or so I guessed them to be, blending
in with the early evening shadows
as they moseyed across the road,
and disappeared into the brush.