Courting Feathers Caught in a Whirl
I only want transparency
Soft caresses on my cheek
Plucked from
Tradition
Filled with promise
Good fortune in the plume
Scribbling of old
Scratching paper
Certain things you just don’t say
Out loud like ,”I love you “
To your neighbors
Or strangers
No one wants to hear
Christmas colors
Meshed in the Easter time of
Revival
Pastels gone overboard in deep
Blues brushed against
Brown & grey & white feathers
Flounce of it touching ground
Holding court
Singing a holy mantra
Under the covers
Where warmth settles at night
She loves me
Pluck
He loves me not
Bare birds blunder about
Dry leaves gather
I swim with death
Feeling overwhelmed
Coming up for air
I needed all your words today
This Easter time of revival
Collecting sweets in remembering Lord Jesus
So close to God the space between is lost
Save for swoosh of air born here
Where He is Risen
Whirling wheels gather
In multiplicitéy stopped and static
Listening loud
You’re on your own
Getting over petty illusions of
Exclusion
Whirling gatherings
Filled in with tiny white daisies
Clues dripping down in sstalagmiet
Under the concrete bridge in the park
Reading the Tarot so that
We do not talk about you and I
In this season of
Passion fruit’s decline
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