Feather

Wednesday, June 2, 2010 at 12:55am

The sun is obscured by the bountiful clouds
the image is that of an old black and white photo
once again standing on the double solid lines in the middle of a street
void of cars, people, noise
There is no sound. No heart beat. No feeling. No emotion.
There is nothing but a blankness, yet a brightness.
The sun's light is a white light. Not golden. Not yellow. Eyes that gazed through it all.
Empty and remote. As a feather drifts slowly down from above.
Drifting. Ever. So. Slowly.