My Feather Road
I mainline birds
until I can’t stop
fluttering; there is
a nonstop stream
under every word
I say. I am learning
to drive this car
made of wings,
lurching down
a street of strewn
feathers. Your car
made of stars can’t
drive my feather road.
Greater love affairs
than ours have ended
over smaller things
than this: certain
blocked exits, gaps
of little consequence
that somehow come
to mean everything.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 
Oh! This is magnificent! The rhythms and sounds are full of wonderful surprises!
Thank you, Jennifer! You’re my “sound noticer,” you know. I don’t hear it much as I write, so I’m glad you’re here to point it out.
I feel a bit spoiled with this longer piece :), beautiful!
Thank you, Anna! (Belated thanks, too, for the Denver tips — they arrived right in time.) 🙂
Oh good, very sorry for the delay, I was delirious from pain and woke up that morning in a panic. I hope you enjoyed your trip.
It was very nice of you to remember! I did enjoy the trip — and coffee at Ink. I bet Denver is beautiful around Christmas.
It is with all the snow and lights. So happy to hear you had coffee at Ink (that was my main hangout when I worked at the nonprofit across the river).
Exactly…this is how relationships end. And probably how the world will fizzle out as well..
ha, i def like the closure…on things coming to mean much…even if they arent or we pretend they dont at the time…take affairs for instance….really cool flow in this though…
Thanks, Brian!
This made me happy. I love birds and the freedeom they denote, and that’s how your poem made me feel, and often how one can feel at the end of a relationship. Great metaphorical poem.
So glad to hear it, Victoria!
Greater love affairs
than ours have ended
over smaller things
than this
Sad but true… enjoyed this. Thanks! 🙂
Thank you very much!
Nice piece!
Thank you, Ayala!