Poems

blue heron

blue heron

he was just there
on the other side
of the creek
I think he saw us
Still-bound
trying not to
Move or breathe
No flight from him
His halcyon steps
deft and light
on the round-grey pebbles
it was a peaceful morning
in the shadowed treeness
hearts at rest
all thought of fish
would come later

August 23, 2017

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