Flamingos frolic in the surfless still of the sea
side morning’s pastoral. Limbs and feathers
paint a fantastical fan, this stretching before the sun.
The water dopples,
dolloped with pink reflections. A mirror
ed magic, reflexive of another dimension. Alien
in pastel tones of aggressive softness, they
adamantly defend their rights
to this dance.
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