Twin girls throw balls of bread at the blue heron standing in the lake.
One woman wears a shirt that says “Property of Jesus,” another wears a shirt that says “Je t’adore.”
Pink hamburger slime. Ammonia on the heaven sent, on where we went. Disinfectant. Move six stones
to the left. War trope, Vietnam-era helicopter, heliotrope. This is my token of friendship.
By the end of this poem, the heron will fall over on his side and die.