Egret White

a poem

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A rare plume,
plucked by the last Tsarevitch
from something wild,
endangered,
is the chosen colour
in which to live.

A theme to go neutral with,
beyond influence — a cold response
concealing warm tones,
blank as a piece of paper
held up in protest — or if you prefer,
a snow…