Blue heron standing, now fleeing.
Sandy feet and grubby paws.
Works to join the gulls in flight.
But not the ostrich.
Never the ostrich.
Sandful shovels, flying into eyeballs,
Buried limbs, torso, chin rising
Like the Phoenix from the sandy cage.
Ideas, traveling through air
Sandy particles fleeing wet towels.
Soon, blue heron perched again, stately
Grubby paws quiet, buried head in sand.
Not flying,
Like the ostrich.
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