shade spills its ink over the backyard goldfish churn the surface of the pond lipping water for a 5 pm feeding yet to begin birds bank in on a breeze for a last drink blue dragonflies linger on darken
sometimes, I’m the cloud looking around the sky, assessing my own kind he’s too fat she’s too thin they’re too bossy, that one’s overly shy those are too white, and those not white enough I dispar
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