Distant from focus.
Intellectually overwhelmed.
Stupidly entrapped.
Twisting reality, holding it hostage and helmed
Remember your direction?
Asking myself time after time the question
Can’t see it, smell it, hear it, touch or taste it,
Till I agree with it as a necessary comic.
It’s always there, appearing homogeneously out of its shadows.
Openly engaging faithfully like an alma Matta if it walked on tippy toes.
Never mind its persistence. Distraction’s deceptive limelight is but pure, dark, distance.
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This little duck let me get close. Close enough to take the photo. I literally had to chase him around for a couple of minutes before he let me get the back of him. Maybe I should have brought him something to eat. They are grateful average sized creatures; and friendly too. I had to get a picture of him/her. He/she was the only one out there with color. As you can see, his/her neck is a pretty green. It doesn’t really go with the rest of the colors on his/her body, but it’s there and he/she stands out from the rest. Anyway, I chose to leave him/her alone and entertain a new friend.
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