Like a silent
explosion, the
small white
feathers are
jumbled and flung
as they burst from
their air mattress
pillows, falling softer and
softer before they
caress frozen
carpet. A choreographed
dance of pointed
cotton balls twirl
as you dream,
silent wonder as
you wake to a
colorless world.
Imitation of Kay Ryan's Poem "Hailstorm"
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