At the Palace of the Heron
Neoclassical lines of a Presidential estate:
Lillies upon a wet, walled bed.
– Jason Z Guest
Author’s note: A small poem of stillness and beauty, reflecting upon an observation of human achievement and natural splendor with the Presidential Palace of Panamá.
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