The peacock unfolds itself
displayed for viewing
not out of pride
ego or vanity

The peacock opens
like a ripe hibiscus
unable to hide
fanning his turquoise, indigo and midnight blues
dipped in a wide sea swirl of hues
out of duty
compelled by instinct

The peacock is
hope embodied
what is right in each of us
in a moment
in a wonder held gaze
opening to the divine

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Suzanne Horton