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By JEN M., Swampscott, MA
The best kind
It blows softly
Fine and light and wispy
Like cotton
It swirls gently in front
And behind us
Obscuring our tracks
So foreign
And it drifts quietly down onto us
Like little instant
Mashed potatoes
They used to make me eat it
Now with my tongue
I absorb it
On the side it's flat
And calm
Long unbroken fields of sugar
Granulated
It is so very fine and it glistens
Sparkling in Wonderland
And the sky
Oh, the sky
It glows red like
Crimson blood in water.
This piece has also been published in Teen Ink's monthly print magazine.
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