is trying to teach me
mindfulness
from a book
but my stomach
is too full of ice cream
for me to breathe properly.
Outside my window,
a hungry green heron,
perched perfectly still,
fully in his moment,
surveys the pond
for frogs and fish.
The teacher
has grown green wings,
the book having folded up
its feathers for the night.
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