PEACOCKS
While waiting for the peacocks to cross the road
She noticed that
she had danced away her stomach ache
and the memory of early morning dreams,
no, really
they had been
nightmares.
The flowing tails washed the asphalt with gold-dust
And made her see that
earlier worries of money, work and love
had dissipated and were replaced by
new dance steps
fiesta plans and
colors to paint the summer room
The iridescent birds were in no hurry.
They stopped midway
turned tiny heads towards her Toyota
and watched, as she leaned back and smiled
wondering if
waiting for people to cross
would be so illuminating.
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