Linda Studley

Can't Put the Pen Down…

One Bird’s Trash


I found a feather,
bright blue resting lightly on the grass,
a swatch of the sky drifted to earth.
I gathered it up for wonder.

I found a feather,
yellow gold, glowing on the dirt road,
a shard of the sun, a celestial hitchhiker.
This too I gathered.

I found a feather,
iridescent black, lodged in the pansies,
a nail paring of night sky, hiding from the day.
I gathered again.

I wove the feathers into my nest of memory
and never again wondered
why some birds steal tinfoil.

 

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  1. Cynthia Livingstone on said:

    Tinfoil musings. Treasures, trash, off-casts. Reminded me of song “Paper Moon”. “It’s only a paper moon, sailing over a cardboard sea, but it wouldn’t be make-believe if you believed in me.” Reminds me too to go out and stock up the birdfeeders for my feathered friends.

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