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B i l l   R e c t o r
O p h e l i a

Man, this place is a zoo.
How we flamingos
Flutter when moved
From hothouse to the pool.
Don’t be deceived!
We don’t want to fly,
Only to remain centered
In our reflections.
We don’t care to get away.  
Where in an island world
Would waders go?
Even beaking the egg
We chicks know,
Helplessness is beautiful.


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