Week of Mar 21, 2016


For Lisa and me

Feather brush
back in balance

feather brush
feather brush

No cannonballs
over the bow

that hit the vitals
and sink the ship

—or almost
whatever stated good intention.

Ignorance is no excuse
nor what was taught,

the truth is the truth
captured if sought.

Not a victim, no,
healing certain even so,

one feather or a few
same for me, same for you.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2010

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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