The feather

The feather

A Poem by Coyote Poetry


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                    The feather

    Once I wanted to be king of the world. I wanted wealth and things of value.

    I was led to a simple place and I was taught by you.

    Wealth is a jealous wife. Things of value will hold you down.

    I watch you blow kisses into a free feather and you told me as the

    feather danced in the wind. Real wealth can’t be bought. True wealth

    is having a soft hand holding your hand and a gentle embrace in the the

    darkness of the night. I brought you near and I knew your words were true.

    I thanks you and brought you into a embrace and I whispered. You are my

    diamonds and gold, my love.

    Coyote/John Castellenas

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