A turkey, turnkey, turncoat, dovecote, dove
waddles and wavers and wings her way above,
metempsychoses, metamorphoses
crossing horizons, orisons, seasons, seas,
slow-shutter shudder, each shape reshaped, reborn
as cochon, cocoon, raccoon, acorn, corn,
and art, like nature, thinking nothing of it—
a pageant in a grove, a page in Ovid.
—Amit Majmudar
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