By: Amoureax Amant
White feather swirled in wind in cloudless sky,
drifting over mountain reaching city,
toward neon sign where drew sky rosy,
and factory where brought folks the wealthy.
That feather observed immigrant worker,
who worked in factory as cheap labor,
who ate cheap bread and meat, when felt hungry,
who slept on bed on street, when felt sleepy.
That worker observed free floating feather,
which swirled down dust and now and then up air,
almost reached moon and stars, if flew higher,
perhaps stayed roof of block, if fell lower.
He too floated with the feather in dream,
floating over home embraced sky-blue stream.