Sister

Shy, proud, possessive
you gifted me.
A small significance.
Jay's feather.

A blue and black
horizon splitting ash,
describing distances through
barbs and hooks
slicked to a sheen.

Sleek rent of sky
grounded in my palm.
In memory of flight.
the rush of passing air

it hoisted on my breath
and licked across my hand.
Heeld over one last time.