Black Feather

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A black feather of a vulture

dances in the breeze

A door cracks slightly open.

Romeo barks up into the trees.

Motmot perches on a garden post and cocks his head

waiting for an answer to a question never asked.

The black feather, tied to the blue awning of the sky

twists and twirls and jumps,

but will not escape its bonds today.

I step under it and await my turn.

 

5/25/16

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