Bob Blackwell - A Small White Feather

Soars and falls
like a coaster ride,
it climbs, then falls,
to climb and fall
once more.

No hurry, slow
then quick then slow
again, it wanders
listlessly,
here then there.
in gentle breeze,
it dances freely
and with ease,
it does a turn.

Fading light
helps the illusion,
the impression that
as it dances,
slow, slow,
quick quick
slow;
it does a waltz.

Bob Blackwell

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