Painting by Rajani Balaram
Thoughts Turn to Death
As Autumn Leaves
Begin to Fall
Death
has forced
me inward,
made me
embrace solitude.
The bluejay
drops a
grey & blue
feather
dipped in white gesso.
I want
to live
inside the entire feather,
not just
its infinite
blind tip.
Alan Britt
Posted over on Eleventh Transmission
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