By feather light

Wren conversation –

What is this watercolor shape — a pool of light or a sleeping fox, I ask myself. How much light does it take to make a feather, at rest in a wing? When does the number of brushstrokes accrue enough mindful interest to tell me the painting is done? Is a poem always a heartbroken question?

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