Herons, that find
the shallowest of waters
where the moon rises,
owl-faced,
while the ocean
is most of the world,
lever
delicate sight toward
the lonesome, ever undergoing
horizon.
Oh, I don't know. We'll see.
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About Me
- kev99sl
- Middle-aged, pipe-smoking idiot who used to think "adventure" meant smoking Cuban cigars and catching out on freight trains from his boyhood home of Riverdale, Illinois. (Now understands that true challenge lies in trying to explain to two [now three; can it really be three?] hell-raising little boys how Darth Vader is both a good-guy and a bad-guy in the context of Christ's grace.)
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