For myself
and perhaps
for some others
it is all about
watching, no, admiring
the crystalline examples
of intelligence found
at times in the shade
on a far-too-hot afternoon,
those winged ones I share
this staying-alive thing with
flutter about
seeking the perfect branch,
no, stone, or blade of grass,
to land on, knowing then
one spot, no, choice,
is to be the coolest.
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