Happiness

As I was roaring down the road
I came upon a white feather.
Reversing directions, I sought it.
But the wind of my passage
Must have blown it away
For it was gone, as though it
Was air, or imagination.
Noisy and carefree.

As I was walking down the same road
I looked around some more
But in doing so, I only found
A small brown feather.
I looked at it for a minute or a second.
And then, lifting my hand
I sent it on the wind into the woods.
Farther down the road, I hopped into the truck
Of a friend passing by.
Nothing had changed;
But everything had.
07-88; 10-15-07
ZCH {AikiBriarRose}
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