Monday, November 2, 2020

As through the window...

 



As through the window
cast my eye
A feather-floated-from
the sky

Imaginary
zig-zagged-down?
Or real...
and waiting on the ground?

Contemplating 
what I'd see... laying there
is what I found


Not of wing...
too-airy-light


Yet born of that
which
takes-to-flight


I pondered where
it's owner went...


And hopefully
not-over-spent


For such a gift
I'm quite sure of...


A sign of something
from above


Obsidian
there-in-the-snow


I think I know...

From who?


I think it from...
a Joe

Or two















1 comment:

  1. I have so enjoyed looking at the photos and reading your blog. It gives me a glimpse into your current world. I think about you when I walk our route. xxoo

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