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
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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