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A white egret soared overhead and drew its path in silent flight
Blue divided by light, thought by sight
Not imagination, simply there
Breathless in the restless air.
Then a shadow crossed the pavement
Its swift shape like a midnight dream
Supple, mysterious, seemingly ethereal
Above, nothing but the shock of sun
And the limitless depth of blue.
It was you, of course,
In so many ways
Known and unknown
Grown and ungrown
When I understand by the ripples of your passing
The beauty of each day.
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