White feather
As I lay on the black disc
of the 8 ft
in Demeter trampoline
entombed by netted walls
staring down the wishing well
of infinity curve blue
a small white cloud
was dropped
into the azure field of my vision.
Whereupon it became
A tiny fluffy white feather
thousands of miles above the earth
falling silently
like a speeding weightless bullet
onto the tip
of my right big toe.
What does this mean?
I wonder staring at the clouds.
Oh I give up.
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