Distinction
It is almost impossible to tell one thing from another. For instance, swans. To the early morning’s eye, simply white over white; scattered chalk dusting the cusp of a lake. No thrill of the cardinal’s dragon fruit feathers. No maverick flight of spring's deft swallow. No sparrow song ear worming its way unscathed. Until fog's lift delivers a treble clef neck, a gift, this proud throat unscarved. Silent, plain bird seen today, and I am suddenly not the same.
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{| AC
The slow reveal. The graceful way you made us wait. Beautiful, Angela!
This poem reads like an instant classic.