Nels Hanson: Sacrifice

Small bird who bathed
in the blue basin, you
left a slender feather

you didn’t need to fly
as you dipped striped
head, fluttered wings

in storm of cold drops
to shed some parasite
your grooming mate

couldn’t find. You’re
warm enough, one tiny
plume less makes no

difference. Now you
don’t feel the bite of
something sharp as

time itself trying to
hinder your flight and
gathering, your sleep.

I keep the gray feather,
thin sacrifice that made
you happier if lighter

in the unseen scale of
things always tilting
one way or the other.


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