Wednesday, April 20, 2011
A promise of sustenance
Heron, poised
at the water's edge
standing at the brink of dawn:
intent, watching for the sleek
sly movement.
A flash of silver
in the tall grasses
will promise food for you
as surely as the hazy hues
promise sustenance
for my eyes,
my soul.
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