Saturday, June 26, 2004

Muddled tufts of the estuary
Vent into the broad clean wing span of a heron
Ascending now over
A stump, mired,
River channel bound
King-sized bed
To an extended family of jet black cormorants
Seventeen stretching necks and wings
A long night in close quarters
Has cramped their style.

"And the little one said
Roll over
Roll over"

Too many words in the small bed of my mind
Also need to stretch
Which ones will fall out?

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