a feather
spirals down
stalk first,
making a silent point that needs no elaboration.
a parrot
crackles
in sunlit flight from shade to shade,
making another point that defies all argument.
palms climb jubilant.
half-moon sinks.
a peal of laughter in the public pond.
holiday.
*****
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The seconds needle of the clock slowly stops ticking
As I watch its last movement
Behind me, a dove flutter its wings...
Holiday is an end of a movement
And the beginning of a new...
hurray !
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