Glimpsed through a break in the trees:
A path to nowhere, guarded by flamingos —
Another bit of quiet whimsy
That reminds me yet again,
Like another remarkable poem,
A brilliant musical performance,
Or a magnificently original painting,
How bound I am by my fearful assumptions
Of others’ expectations;
How rare it is for me to reach inside
And tap into the stream of creativity
That is the source of everyone’s uniqueness …
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