in the story told . the bird heroically flies . minus one feather
finding the answers . requires curiosity . and humility
on a pedestal . a bee, asleep maybe, dreams . of bigger flowers
in the brief moment . when the heavens touch the earth . nothing else matters
someone’s had enough . when they dump their cereal . box on the sidewalk
choosing a small part . of the much larger picture . removes all context
it doesn’t take much . to look behind the facade . and see what is real
only afterward . can damages be assessed . and repairs begun
wearing its disguise . the storm cloud appears friendly . even inviting
with so many ways . to say the same thing, we stop . paying attention
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