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Heron
by Star Jameson

Seeing my beloved every morning
Full of sleep and peacefulness,
I imagine the heron, lifting her head
In the foggy river bottom morning air
To see her mate, head under wing,
Still safe beside her.
Guarantees come rarely,
Security hardly ever,
But delight in the presence of a dear friend
Offers itself at every meeting.





 

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