The Feather
Words. They waft and wave in the wind. Like a feather. A brush in the breeze, dancing,
Painting the face of an invisible force
Floating and falling, back and then forth
Bouncing with a rhythm like fingers on keys
Dodging dumptrucks and chimneys, church steeples and trees
Calling on creatures whose limbs are light
To leave their burdens below, grab that wind, and take flight.
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