An inaudible pluck snatched
the angel's feather
A white feather
falling, peer-leen-peen-peen
coming down the
planetary spheres
whirling placidly
against the turquoise sky
The feather descends
like a ballerina
describing
arabesques, plies, while floats
hovering over the air
and leaving fast as an airplane
a plume made of
plasma on a sky of gelatin
The pleated clouds spreads
to stare at the plume
landing on the hand
a sublime ray of
sunshine makes me blink
Pleen
And the angel winks to me
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