ZEPHYR
by Aaron Fagan
Blown from umbra to
Penumbra to antumbra
Into the full cast of the fine,
Welcome light of spring,
I followed the grayscale
Feather back to its source
In a goose: mashed, dirty,
Bloody and bulbous by
The side of the road
Where hyacinths grow.
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Wild goose chase ends in hit & run…news at eleven.
A devastatingly deft little poem taking us from the sublime to the horrible and back, knitting life and death together.
I followed the grayscale
Feather back to its source
is a great line.