feather

Yesterday

out where high power runs straight

Into the distance and the weeds grow tall

I stand at the cut line

in short grass so dew does not dampen

the hem of my pants

a feather lies in the open

I decide to leave it for a child to find

Today

out where high power runs straight

into the distance and the weeds grow tall

I stand at the cut line

in short grass so dew does not dampen

the hem of my pants

I look for the feather

it is gone and I smile

9-3-23