White Feathers, Like Snow (3 Haiku)
White feathers slowly
spiral through the air, like snow,
though I don’t want to
catch them on my tongue
because they’ve fallen from the
marred body of a
dove, which sat perched up
in a tree, and is now gone,
its remains with me.
—June. 19, 2010
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