Stagnant air fogs my sunglasses
and sticks to my skin
determined to exercise
I pace my steps
in sync with the upbeat tunes of my generation
preoccupied
like many of the drivers heading to work
lost in thought and barely noticing the view
until
his snow-white feathers
reveal his presence at the pond
his reflection beckons me,
“Come.”
Nestled among the green cypress leaves
a familiar egret greets me…
His name is Peace.
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