Last Feather

The arrow of time,

fired over and over

 

Piercing our consciousness,

impaling our fear

 

Our bow staying drawn,

till the quiver is empty

 

Last feather to soar

—on eternity strung

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2020)

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