I found a blue jay feather out back by the tree
you know, underneath the torch I lit for you
“How many torches do you have?” you said
“only one, that’s all”
“How does the flame go out?”
“I guess it will just go out by itself” I answered with a hint”
“But what keeps the flame burning?” you asked
“Fuel” you fool!
Finely tined feather
Not broken at all
Just skillfully removed and tossed
Into the dirt like a dagger
(in a brick wall)
Strange finding a feather under that torch
Removed like my love is for you
Yet ready to ignite by one single spark
But make no mistake about the feather
It was blue
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