Even in Winter
Even in winter,
I see a feather
on the ground.
The grass is brown.
The dirt is muddy.
The one left behind
rests comfortably
in its new space.
If it is hurt, the
wound doesn't show.
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Even in Winter
Even in winter,
I see a feather
on the ground.
The grass is brown.
The dirt is muddy.
The one left behind
rests comfortably
in its new space.
If it is hurt, the
wound doesn't show.
Links
I am a poet and photographer who likes sports, jazz and art inspired by other art. I served in the U.S. Marine Corps during the early 1970's and was assigned to the Computer Sciences School in Quantico, VA. I have published a chapbook of grief poems, I Keep You with Me. My work also has appeared in publications such as Thorny Locust Magazine, core. zine,The Enigmatist, Veterans' Voices and Kansas Time + Place An Anthology of Heartland Poetry. My visual art pieces combine poetry and photographs, and have been most recently displayed at InterUrban ArtHouse, Johnson County Arts & Heritage Center, Buttonwood Art Space, and The Smalter Gallery.
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