Heron Man
Have you seen the gray heron man?
He appears all through the night
behind the neon light.
He watches
all the dark cars crawling.
His eyes are glassy, as pure as death,
He has turned off his mind,
but he does sell beers
to the lost and thirsty.
He does not smile,
nobody smiles at 3 a.m.
in the morning.
The heron man's face is stiff,
as stiff as the masks
of those that enter and leave
his quietly humming
electric hive.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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