sunlight shows the surface ripples,
glistens gold on dew-dropped leaves;
warms my legs and blinds me as I
squint past upper story windows
to the vast pristine blue
from hidden perches, kookaburras’
laughter draws joy from my heart,
plays it on my face – how I missed
this delight, their chuckling song
the heron gliding past both
mirrors and carries my soul:
it’s my wing-tips skimming
the surface of the lake, my
beak turning toward the sun
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