the common egret dressed
in the blinding white
robes of the sage
lifts into the air,
rises and circles,
circles again
turns into the wind.
a wind that matches
the lift of its body,
pauses two feet off the ground,
five seconds stolen from eternity,
flexes one feather and
settles to the ground,
completing its discourse
on the floating bird
theory of the universe.
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