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Pongo

Pongo

he’s perfectly

present

in the moment

as he stands

there

with the sunlight

gleaming

in his eyes

he lifts his head

to smell the wind

and perks his ears

to hear the squirrels

rustle

atop the trees

then watches

a black bird fly

over his head

as a confetti of leaves

float all around

he is happy

just to be

TL

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