From ‘No better place than here’

windows open, breeze carried the whispering bay into my sleep all night. then in the morning, I saw in the wetland this great egret I seemed to know

among the rushes
head rising on neck erect
firm long yet supple
to rise into fresh morning
to plunge — an egret — into you

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