Mariamel's Fotothing

Her life fluttered by like a white feather.
Weaving an aimless path,
pushed only by the wind.
First catching a gust
and being thrust into the sky,
then fluttering slowly down
landing with a shy grunt
on the pavement below,
picked up by the sweaty fist of a child
and blown away with a wish,
back up into the air
and above the world.
She fluttered through life.
No wings,
just gliding through the air
on silver imagination.