Tavye Neese




Still, we wait for sounds of plumage

Still, we wait for sounds of plumage
in this world even angels shun.

Now egrets, spoonbills are earth’s
last guardians. Larks keep us 

from malice of suns, ravens
spread their dark wings, blue with blessing.

We will not release our belief in feathers.
We will not deny benevolence of flight,

those who, like gods, from above
watch us with dire eyes.