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Feather

How heavy it is

to lift a feather

Laid across two palms

not letting it drop

What a weighty task

For this feather, entrusted to you by a creature of flight

portends another kind of life

but don’t be fooled, in truth, any portent

only confirms what you know inside

 

There is a wobbly point on my spine

they are hitting me I sway

but obstinate I do not fall

life starts up again at the beginning

one step forward one step back

 

From overhead floats down a feather

not a bird in sight, it came on its own

to perch on me

Feathers, I know, are signs sent to me by angels

I cup them in my hands

like life

 

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