A reflecting pool replaces
Asphalt and stone
Black birds skim the surface
Looking back at themselves
As they dip their toes into
The water
Empty chairs both large
And small are lined up
On a hill in silent meditation
All under the watchful eye
Of the ancient Elm
And peace reigns over chaos
Once again
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