Friday, August 4, 2017

Dust and Feathers

Dust and Feathers

Days have gone by
since we scattered your ashes
but time hasn't healed where you sat,
then flew off 
I walk outside, watch as wind blows
dust and feathers in circles, 
swirling them away, then back 
towards my feet.  These tiny particles 
press to my skin;
 I'm just dirty now.
You were supposed to have gone, 
but you're tucked down deep 
where I feel but can no longer see you.
Oh Heaven, where do you hide?
Close as a secret hidden 
 inside my pores, 
as close as a father's last breath-

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