Sunday, February 27, 2011

Naked Molting



author’s note:

When I first started down this road, at the age of nineteen...

...I knew I wanted to express something.

But I did not know what that something was.

I've spent the intervening years trying to find out.


NAKED MOLTING

Feelings have wings
that stuff my throat
with too much bird.

To keep from choking
I spit a mound of feathers out
onto the porch--

crude, yes
but from my naked molting
comes the headdress.

© 2011, Michael R. Patton
I'm one of a 100

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