Smithereens Press Chapbooks SP8- Dordéan, do Chroí - A Hummingbird, your Heart | Page 19

Heron

I feathered myself in silver silks,
the shining plumage of loneliness.
I stand still in shallow streams –
slender-legged, sleek-headed.
Here, I hold my head high,
aloft, aloof.
In the rushing gush
of the river, a quiet calm
swims toward me.

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