14,329. TURTLE

TURTLE

I held all my horn to the wind 

and the wind blew a beautiful 

note: Like skylark and pattern, 

ribbon and grace, wonderful 

things all over the place. 

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Just outside the window, new

flowers have bloomed; the sorts

of blossoms you see in a dream:

Cantacious Marps and Bleeding

Feeders  -  those exotic flowers

you see in nature guides and the

travel books of distant lands.

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Up until now, like a turtle hiding

in its shell, I've kept my head down,

and  -  like the turtle too  -  thinking

I was hidden I was visible to all.