A Grand Conspiracy

Inner and Outer

sometimes conspire. Today,

as a gentle breeze

softly ruffles sun-lit leaves,

a blue heron stands

looking out upon the pond.

Inner and outer,

blue heron and leaves, whisper

together, bringing forth ease.

                                                                             JDG

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