The man with the black feather tattoo pares this space Between fantasy and the memory of a man’s carved Torso, designed for stroking and celebration. Today the sun’s brightness is like that lover’s kiss, Wonderful in the present and greater in memory. A memory that brings me back to that black feather’s Flutter. Stars dazzle in some other part of this world Where the sun has set and the moon illuminates Swans diving into voluminous waters. Copyright © 2015 by Patricia Spears Jones. Used with permission of the author. |
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