Here's a poem:
Algae
by CA Craig
This is-
simultaneously-
both/and
a poem and a story.
This is the discovery of algae
fresh
on a pond.
This is wondering into the wetlands,
finding a heron
who lifts off at once.
This is the blue
underwing
of the mallard’s
journey.
Yet this is also
the self-discovery
of something beautiful within.
Something, was it unnoticed?
Ignored? Purposefully hidden?
Deceitfully disguised?
By me? By the world?
By someone I was supposed to trust?
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