Honesty

When the rain soaks through the feather,

And all the fluffs shrinks like cotton candy,

none of hubris, pomp, or bluff remained.

Just bare bones and flesh,

exposed as they are.

What else is there, but to embrace them?

Celebration remained in dedication,

not in receipt of an understanding.

Warmth in solitude, what a work it takes.

2.24.2025