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Sand and Feathers

Feet and art make I (n) den tati on

the earth

the heart

is large and deep thinking

the hull, buoyant and safe

the smile

sometimes steel sometimes butter

squeezes  in between words

like itatoron

do flying fish have feathers

?

Owls tell me father’s secret

his love is not hollow noise

but

like air and sand

his guidance, life’s lion

like north point

fascinating,

magnetic, magnifi  (sent)

to me

.

Big GOD

or bird

fear (ce)

feet and feathers

His heart is my boat

.

In

the

beginning

My father’s

hand

(s)

and

feathers