In A Silent Way
Steel-blue feather, with white
chevron tip & ready quill, lies
on my doorstep . . .
By what logic do I pick
it up & twirl perfection
between my fingertips?
I think for something so
light, it has heft.
Long ago in winter, you
gave me a gift of feather
earrings, and beneath
..the porch light full of dizzy
..snow, you said: Taking off
..is the first step . . .
And I thought
you were talking
about poetry.
M.J. Iuppa ‘s fourth poetry collection is This Thirst (Kelsay Books, 2017). For the past 29 years, she has lived on a small farm near the shores of Lake Ontario. Check out her blog: mjiuppa.blogspot.com for her musings on writing, sustainability & life’s stew.
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