By: JD DeHart
![feather](https://i0.wp.com/literaryyard.com/wp-content/uploads/2015/10/feather.jpg?resize=300%2C188&ssl=1)
One thought floats down,
a feather, light and buzz,
another bumps out of the way
like a rubber ball, ready to escape
permanent sight
I allow my mouth to form
the idea, and the throw it out
into the sea of a crowded room,
not liking the sound of my voice,
but seeing the necessity.
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