Herons Waters
I saw a heron over concrete waters
searching for the undertow
caught broadside in the afterglow,
his courage shone bright
on this ceramic night,
his head shattering softly through
the watery light
from fierce instinct to plain intuition
he’s finally set himself free
from the water he was christened,
flying high he collides with the
same sky that watched over
him from higher places,
with a savage trembling
his heart races
hunter, fighter, creature
of such silent stance,
he flies alone, headlong,
seeking solace on
the winds of chance.
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