Monday, June 27, 2011

A Discourse

the common egret dressed
  in the blinding white
  robes of the sage
lifts into the air,

  rises and circles,
  circles again

turns into the wind.
  a wind that matches
  the lift of its body,

pauses two feet off the ground,
 five seconds stolen from eternity,

flexes one feather and
  settles to the ground,

completing its discourse
  on the floating bird
  theory of the universe.

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