morning meditation

vines hang above, swinging like a pendulum in the violent wind
there is a flap-flap-flap, and a pidgin, followed by another, land on a near-by branch
a smattering of cloud moves against vibrant blue,
there is a deep grumble, and the silhouette of an aeroplane carves into the sun

presence

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