Down

The down in your quilt

Reminds me of the

usefulness of everything,

even those who lose.

In the smoke of the

gun blast I saw Gabriel

lay down his sword and pray.

The bird fell professionally.

The next day rolled over

to find you warm

beneath the down.

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