you go about your business day to day
and days are filled with paper cuts and cold sores,
and shoulders don't get less arthritic
and empty pages don't get filled with golden words
then out of a clear blue sky swoops down
a bird of paradise with tiger lily feathers,
a living origami fold, precise and unique
so beautiful, so beautiful
written after listening to Paul Simon's 'So beautiful, so what'
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