Shaking out the Down 

“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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2 Responses to Shaking out the Down 

  1. neil reid says:

    Yep yep yep. Love this poem too.

  2. Shawna says:

    “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. ♡

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