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Sunday, April 1, 2012

Lake Sketch #1


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.

7 comments:

Jennie K. said...

to all three: fab poems today, ladies.

Reen said...

Pobre de heron.

Sandra Simonds said...

Herons suck!

I don't think blogger is preserving my line breaks. It's not supposed to be a prose block.

Anonymous said...

Oh I like herons--especially Great Blues; and I think the poem works well in prose-pieces!

adam strauss

Sandra Simonds said...

you wouldn't love them if you saw one of those bastards swoop down and eat a duckling before your very eyes!

adams24 said...

Oh wow, I didn't know herons eat other birds; yah that cld be quite unsettling!
I still love 'em though!

adams24 said...

Wow I did nott know herons eat other birds; yep, that cld be unsettling to see! But I still love 'em!