The White Feather.
I found a peacock’s tail feather in the yard
it was brilliantly blue, but it had tiny insects
on a type of nit, I used insect spray and
rinsed it under the kitchen tap.
The feather lost its brilliance, is now matt
and white, but I can explain; lacking nerve
isn’t cowardice, but lack of self confidence,
a blight that often strikes the poor.
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Tuesday, May 13, 2008
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