Feathers
Daniel Roxas
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This makes me wonder about the feather loss and how applicable this could be to life. Are the feathers plucked one by one from critics who hope to see you plummet? Does the bird pluck them himself, neurotically? Or is it natural molting caused by life that drives the bird to the ground? I love that so many of your poems can be taken literally, or hold deeper meanings, depending on the reader and their comprehension.

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