Master of Stealth among the reeds,
Fish Snatcher, Frog Catcher,
neck looped tight to spring,
yet
frightened to flight
you labor to gulp air under your wings,
struggling to glide overhead while
trailing those comic-book,
stick-drawn legs.
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I am waiting for you. Where do you wait? In Florida with retirees? South along the Gulf of Mexico? All the way home to sunny Mexico? Is anyo...
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restless edgy achy from the wait time to unfurl sprout feel the sun shine
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