Imagine a vast hall
Full of darkness
Visible are only
Small scenes lighted
by a flashlight
A lazy mind might
Make an identity
Out of it
~~~~~
This small puddle
Does it not
Reflect the sky?
~~~~~
From this point
No road
No way
(have a cup of tea)
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The swans in the park
The whole sky would be theirs
If their wings had not been cut
Now they walk - everyday
The same small pattern