3/18/2026 (c)
In the right hands
even a feather may be a sword.
The written word, the spoken—
both can cut.
A sword may point;
may strike—
offense, defense,
practice for inconsequential battle.
A sword may be melted down—
rings or nails,
tools for building.
Raised high, it rules.
The feather—
tickling, teasing—
draws no blood
and still
leaves a mark.

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