Between

It is the beauty
in the construct
of the wing,
and the power
of the wind
between
the feathers,
as if they had
a hand
to hold it.
And you can see,
when he sits
and stretches,
and the wings
unfold in furls,
the wind there,
but silent,
but there
always,
ready to lift
whenever
the feathers beckon.

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