Friday, April 25, 2008


The story of the heron is one
comes to the shake-grass sides of streets
that run through farmland and over
rivers. He does not dress
when he appears.

When the heron’s story is dressed in night
his overhead sailing is every good book
a child has ever read in bed
before his sleep.

He carries pure pages of his life with him
while other birds shake theirs loose.

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