I’d wanted to writeabout night heronsand their delight in the lowest tidestheir thankless patiencetheir red eyes and startling cries in the gloom of night or the careful scrutiny of a gull’s eyeunder the august sunas the tide goes outand sanderling plunder the wrack-line at my feet instead there’s the moon rising, lopsided and yellowthe promise … Continue reading Careful scrutiny
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