Late Dawn, and a Fishing Bired Blinked
When the sun had melted straw
to gold
and dawn had shimmered,
out of its platinum dream-mask,
then the lank kneed heron
allowed itself to blink once,
however,
the darting minnows
were too small to care much -
they knew the tall still bird,
had no use for scraps of silver foil.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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