Driving on a Country Road

Driving on a Country Road

I slow down
to watch a flock
of wild turkeys
cross the road--
they stop to look
at me
and I at them.
It is raining,
the second week
of March,
and I have not
driven this small
country road before.
But now,
all that matters
is in this
moment when
the only thing
that moves
is the rain
that curtains
between us.

11 Mar 00

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