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On the Lake and Beyond 

The heron stands?
stock-still blue waiting?
sharp-billed and smoky?
like a graceful victorian

Surely there should be ?
a sonata playing?
deep cello sounds?
caressing the vision?
misting the edges?
smooth chords resonate?
little vibrations shimmer
on the mirror of the water.

Nests top the tall dead trees?
Like crowns of thorns.?
I am there. I sway in the wind?
and depend on my mother’s wings.

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