Exactly

What do I know

of heron’s wings?,

that rise and fall in time,

to a deep gravity rhythm,

the slowest of motions,

as if in water,

the water its dangling legs,

have just skimmed,

as it descended

from the morning sky,

for a second, 

before disappearing,

behind the reeds,

on the western shore

of the lake,

its wings,

gray,

wide,

and strong,

moving at exactly,

the 

right

speed.

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