Feather lives on the street

It fell off the wing of a bird

Gets dusty but still it can float

Hard habit

To break – have you heard…

How feather

Once flocked with high rollers

Made merry with

Elbows you rub

Like a fortunate traffic controller

Enrolled in a mile high club

Surely you’ve seen it, this feather

Softly adrift in the wind

Needing to pull it together

Except it just can’t once again

So it floats on with only one purpose

Survival and yes it survives…

…But in the process of simply surviving

 It floats on & touches our lives