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View From the End of a Long Bill
by Kristina WoodhillGreat blue herons
Perch
Crouching on pine bows
End of our dirt lane
Invites safe solitude
My breath held
Watching long legs
Meet pine branches,
Some magical permission
Given
By the gravity gods
To allow such balanced
Precise purchase;
Wings feather and adjust
Fretful air
Bumpy resistance
Brushed aside
Wings as wide
As my wild idea
Of borrowing
One long neatly folded neck
To pry my eyes
Far above
Yesterday's
Fabricated
Non-news
Hysteria
Where pine needles
Claim green forever
As blues,
Yellows
Embrace
Each
Uncertain
Mix
01/10/2016 Posted on 01/10/2016
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 01/11/16 at 06:38 PM A colorful collection of images, Kristina. Very nice way to start off a new week! |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 01/12/16 at 04:31 PM Kristina. I marvel at your facility with language. the third through sixth stanzas are simply stunning. |
| Posted by Anita Mac on 01/27/16 at 08:02 PM This was such a refreshing read. The picture you painted is a vivid moment worthy of relishing. |
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