I see
wind turbines as a soaring bird,
a dove,
carrying green hope through the wind.
They symbolize a future,
a future where this expansive,
sun-washed, green valley
is "marred"
only by these pearl wind-dancers.
Stained brown posts
and an infinite jumble
of looping black electrical cord
entangle our homes,
yet they are nearly transparent
to our eyes.
Couldn't a distant white silhouette,
graceful arms turning to give us light
also go unnoticed,
if not admired?
The choice is to stare
at a fading photograph
until the color leaks out
and paper crumbles,
or retouch our ideals,
add in the figure
who scoops the air,
the land,
and us
into its arms.
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