Freckles of reddish-brown
on
strands of silky gray
along
a pale limb: white, almost translucent;
atop
a dress of rusty green moss.
Feather
alone at the end of the path,
who was your bird?
You were discarded,
cast down in the Molt.
Do not be disheartened,
I will cause you to grow.
I will dip you in ink
as black as can be
and you shall write things
that will set men free.
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