“I am a feather for each wind that blows.” William Shakespeare
::
Look up,
the sky’s a fluffered song
of promise. A float of hope.
Let’s make ourselves a small
and quiet
place to gather
these loose quills caught.
**Cue the lightning.**
On second thought,
let’s not.
::
In November, we poem.
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Yep yep yep. Love this poem too.
“a fluffered song
of promise. A float of hope” … Gorgeous.
Because of that reference to the movie Hope Floats, I’m imagining this as a let’s have some fun pep talk from the grandma to the little girl … Bernice?
I love that movie. ♡