And in a moment of discontent
I marched out into the rain
To draw deep breaths—
To try and center
And in the breaking storm
A family of vultures flew by
And I was torn
Between seeing it as a sign of the future—
or a reminder of the past
In the shifting rain
Their huge spread wings casually
Surveying the landscape
As if a group of observant kites
Flying through a gentle mist
And I realized the nexus
Spawning this moment
Was Particular and intricate.
And beautiful.
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