Surrounded By Wild Turkeys
Little calls as they pass
through dry forbs and grasses
Under blue oak and gray digger
pine
In the warm afternoon of the
forest/fire haze;
Twenty
or more, long/legged birds
all alike.
So are we, in our soft calling,
passing on through.
Our young, which trail after,
Look just like us.
Gary Snyder
Hass,
Robert., ed., “Surrounded By Wild Turkeys”. Poet’s Choice: Poems for
Everyday Life. Hopewell, New Jersey, Ecco Press: 1998. p.39.
