Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Ode to the Egret

He stood on the concrete platform
complete and secure
within himself
despite the morning traffic
just above
his head.
Like some deacon
the morning prayer,
hands behind
his back, belly protruding,
he could not be bothered
by lesser mortals.
He lingered
the drainage ditch
where succulent crawfish
hid in murky backwash.

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