A Wisp of Feather

Feather Found on Wood Walk

Here my love
a tiny feather
a bird gift just for you

Placed just here,
just so, just now,
just right to catch my eye.

Did some alliance of bird and breeze,
some marriage of chance and gravity,
lay this tiny wisp of wing
this fluff of fledgling flight
for me to find this early day
and carry straight to you

Or is there somewhere
in the scripting of our days
a hasty scribble,
a margin note,
an author’s jot that says

He finds the feather
and picks it up
then he walks to her across the stage
and places it in her hand.

©2013 David Lambert


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