Images portray the morning scene
To the left, the ceaseless traffic
To the right, a cement enclosure
A corporate pond
Grass and trees landscape its edges like a thousand others, I’m sure
I’m captured though, by this place
Ducks, scattered, oblivious to their structured home
Splash, flap, do what ducks do, make noises I can’t describe
The water responds, ripples, laps its cement shore
It refreshes me, lifts and lightens my soul
A good experience, every morning, as I pass this way.
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