Saturday, April 4, 2009

feather



I felt a feather 
brush  my cheek 
and swatting air 
in self defense

never saw the bird 
soar skyward - 

saw only sunlight  stabbing my eyes 
with fiery red 
fear. 



Photo (c)2008 by R. Burnett Baker
Poem (c)2007 by R. Burnett Baker 
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1 comment:

  1. JJ Roa RodriguezAugust 5, 2011 at 5:47 AM

    there will always come a time that something or someone will hit us but we never knew who and why... we better be ready for it... good reminder..

    love this!

    JJRod'z

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