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The naked day


The naked day

Blue feathers float down from the vagrant sky
Unsure of itself
The day begins to tremble
Soon the ground is covered with plumages
Every hint and hue of blue
Spinning up in whirling dervishes
The day is plucked
And naked


About wherearetheheros

just someone my mother might know

4 responses »

  1. I loved “the day is plucked and naked”. ๐Ÿ™‚ Thank you for the smiles and get aways into your word worlds.

  2. Interesting imagery–I particularly like “vagrant sky”.


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