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Mama Mada
Feather
by Grego ry Lead better
Here is the feather that knocked me down
that dead-sky morning, no other trace
of the wing it lifted from the ground
but the swan-stark remnant that I found,
which gave its colour to my face.
Here is the feather that knocked me down.
There’s knowledge we don’t know we carry around.
I can only hold this feather displaced
from the wing it lifted from the ground.
It left me with nothing that day but the sound
of my blood beating into empty space.
Here is the feather that knocked me down.
My father is not so old as I am now.
This feather’s perfection cannot replace
the wing it lifted from the ground.
But there’s enough in its vane of barbs to astound
his absence, just enough fragmented grace
to find in the feather that knocked me down
the wing that lifts me from the ground.
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