The pond is so silky in the sun
I can feel the fish and the feet
Of the ducks over there bobbing
Up and down cruising around
The baby carriages and the joggers
Heavy and slim trundling past
How everything is fastened safely
To the earth except the trees
Who keep reaching for the sky
As if under arrest by the clouds
Chased in and out of the sun
So much mayhem and magic up there
Until I see it's all just pictures
Passing through my mind of air
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