Feather
By agora
Feather It fell from the underside Of one of the many wings of God. Buffeted by stellar winds It strayed across the galaxies. In a billion years its pilgrimage Entered the backyard Of the Sun. It froze in the arrogance of Pluto, Fed the archeology Of Saturn’s rings. Thrown off It strayed. Utterly by accident It caught like a thread On a blue green planet’s skirt. Tired so tired It fell Into its first Life-laden atmosphere. Its vanes and barbules burned Through the unaccustomed air. Its wreckage drifted down Through the accustomed night Onto a lawn. In the morning Raked by a biped into a bag It disappears Into the mouth Of God. Written October 20th, 2001 © on Oct 20 2001 01:59 PM PST 0 • 13
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