A Release From an Ordinary Day
the sun
bore down,
pricking the water.
One heron
preened, stood still,
posed, a contortionist,
an aerialist poised for flight
aware of an admiring audience.
Writing at the margins. Writing in the margins. A place to react, to stop and share a few words, to take stock, to think aloud.
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