Garça

sky ablaze
in gorgeous cool calm,
i slip
into a reverie
of what could
be.
Perhaps indeed,
of what will
be.

and Heron,
wings bowed and heavy with destiny,
calls down to me,
screeching uglily
and
defiant,
racing towards that future dream.

and i follow,
eager
to taste this new reality.

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Originally published at http://thedeprevation.com on January 28, 2024