Just Another Morning

the wind, without bias puffs away
night’s dreams, awakening all
to the embrace of the sun’s warm rays

amid quacks, honks and squawks
the park begins to buzz with humans
running, jogging, strolling hand in hand

a fountain erupts, full of mirth and magic
not a care in the world; your loss
if you miss its tinkling, sparkling silver

swans, ducks, pelicans preen nonchalantly
smitten by their calm indifference, visitors’
cameras freeze their callisthenic poses

I sit contemplating the book of nature
my inner serenity undisturbed, rather
enhanced with the morning unfolding

like a Japanese handheld fan; the scene
shifting yet sacrosanct in its allure
I feel euphoric, fulfilled, bewitched

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