"Night Heron" by Chris Blexrud

the night heron sleeps

among the reeds

its tall, slender shadow

like a cosmic thread

through twilight gleams

and in that silver seam

the softness of your eyes

within a mirror

looking back

on speed and sinking roads

and rising swamp

where we found

great summits

moss hanging like clouds

and cypress knees as tall

their ridges cracked

with time

their peaks capped

with lichens

Chris Blexrud is an editor living in New Orleans.

Twitter: @bestialchortle

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