Tuesday, August 20, 2013

A Poet on his Pilings


Gray day, and the heron waits,
a poet, patient on his pilings,
for inspiration to strike:
just the glimmering possibility of a fish,
and he/imagination will take flight
to soar, then dive, and skewer;
and -- with luck -- emerge, triumphant
with some juicy food for thought...

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