Sunday, November 19, 2017

the small feather

this moment ... this morning . . . down close to the ground and i was looking at the sugary crystal frost outlining the little and the large leaves and then ... soft as sweetness, this small feather filled my eyes and the sun was so strong that it held its downy end and flared it into a blinding white obscurity, but nevertheless, there was this simple assemblage ready-made and lying right there . . .

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