“Every human creature is constituted to be that profound secret and mystery to every other.” -Charles Dickens-
Sunday, February 16, 2014
In the fluffing pillowed evening,
this falls through the air to land where
my fingers find it. Note the dark speck at it's center,
where thoughts about the goose it might have come from enter.
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"Goose Down" a photo and poem thing by Ms.
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