The Egret Floating
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C.J. Sage
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I was suddenly back in bristles
when I saw the egret floating,
a stretched spline thrown down
or just knocked off. The threat
was to crack my code,
that back and forth convention
of the highway. From that throne
of all-leaned-back, the chute
was dropping.
Now a huge, drowsy brood
of snowies spangles the cove;
now the self falls absent from the car.
An unbroken seed-head.
Shoots tossed outward. A solar
system. To build planets here,
one forms galactically internal legalese.
The willows go mass-hysterical,
dragging their bodies down.
There is a teeter, and talk somewhere
of legal easement, and then a flush
of waves. Then it’s time
to stirrup in and lean.
I am racing along. I am in the current.
I am knee-deep not stirring up the water.
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