the slithering muscular tail--snake? lizard?--disappearing up the drain pipe
The fine precise shadows falling on the ocher wall, like an ink drawing
Two yellow leaves, glowing out like ripe mangos among the canopy of green
The jagged, expansive circle of shadow, like some type of mysterious clock, blanketing the grass beneath the palm tree
A lone feather on the floor, its brown stripes echoing the texture of the fallen leaves around it. I imagine a hawk or owl, and long to touch it, but too well trained to imagine disease instead of flight.
The small spider web, almost transparent, balanced between the yellow flowers
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