the same mistakes

I look up at the moon and stars
in fear that time will pass me by
too quickly as I bow my head
in deep regret of the wasted past
And while I yearn to stare down my heart
to reflect on what I should have done
I tell myself to see the sky

and Move on

not Repeat

iridescence in the peabody museum

opal fire hidden within
charcoal-lined, earthen feathers
of the taxidermied turkey
glint centuries
after the inception of its immortality.

hummingbird jewels
adorn the walls
fire feathers puffed and shifting
red in shadows
green in light
deepest sapphire blues hiding
in the blackest night.