we stand
in the sculpture garden
matching poses
Miro over the entrance
welcoming
can you count the eyes?
in the secluded garden
inhabitants ignore
one bright visitor
mysterious bowl--
silence sips
with a hundred lips
finding a red ladder
in a tree--
night has left
yoga posture
invoking day
must be working
adventurer on the balcony
proud and expecting
us visitors
what goes on
in this city
is set in bronze
our guides
to getting to know
Wichita
in Wichita Gardens
moments before flight
a bird in hand
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