poem written based upon this image-for online poetry class
He waits on the thin, silver branch carved from morning itself~ blue flame, stillness sharpened to a single point. The pond below holds its breath for him, a sheet of muted glass trembling with the promise of a break. Then~ a flicker, a downward flare of cobalt, a clean, bright cut through water and silence. He rises with a shimmer of droplets and triumph, the world briefly jeweled in his wake. And for a moment I understood how a life can be both precision and miracle~ a single blue body teaching the air how to shine.
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