walking with a little poetic licence

Wednesday, December 20, 2006


Regret,
like an egret
seeing for fish not taken;
its belly aching.
Regret, a hungry bird.
The egret watching the eggs waking,
never fainting in the wake of the oncoming tide,
to carry the hatchlings seaward.
Above the cliff he sits with arms wide open,
waiting to face the egretful waste.

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