Magic Feather

My magic feather was the exercise.
I thought I had to move to find a theme
to write about and wax a little wise,
but even in this sedentary stream,
I tend to cogitate, complain, and dream.
I can’t retard the process if I tried,
and though my topics may not soar or seem
significant, I’m not yet ossified.


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