Today is Celebration of Life – a day when the ordinary is finally lauded.
Real beauty, like the iridescent neck of the common pigeon, is often unrecorded.
True beauty, though, doesn’t need recognition. It exists – and that’s recognition enough.
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Feathers gracing ledge
Wings neat, furled and unhurried
Iridescent neck
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Feet stride past, no glance
It pecks the ground, still unmoved
Head quietly bobs.
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Bert sees its true form
Beauteous and unrecognized
Quietly dances.
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