April 09, 2004

forty egrets

Tell me,
Does the sight of forty snowy egrets
Standing in line in the dawn
Bode some great stroke of fortune?
Perhaps in an old Japanes belief
Like folding a thousand cranes for a wedding.

Then again
Maybe seeing forty white white egret
Winging away by twos and threes with long slow beats
Into a red red sunrise
With a high three-quarter moon overhead
Mixed and mirrored in rippling water
All of a cool April morning,
Is as much good fortune
As one day has any right to expect.

Full disclosure: Actually, I counted only 37 in line, though I did see a few more elsewhere, and a few of them were blue herons. But still. Posted by dichroic at April 9, 2004 08:20 AM
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