Down Poem by Julie Bond

Down

Rating: 5.0


Fat pigeons chirruped in the rafters, wild
as sleeping puppies. If I held the bread
just right they fluttered chortling down and filed
along my arm, plankwalkers. Feathers piled
against my neck, enough to buoy my head
if it slipped sideways on a tendon's thread.

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