Beauty
We do not fit in with esteemed
Authority to ascertain
Beauty that their caste may deem
It to be--how shallow and vain
they are in our amateur eyes!
For us, magnificence finds us:
Virgin snowflakes fall from the sky
In myriad splendiferous
Silence; A flock of ring-billed gulls
Swooping wailing and squawking
In descending widen circles
amid the frozen flakes, settling
like miniature river floes.
This is beauty that’s apropos.
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