A goblet of milk mantled in twilight.
In an instant a leg shifts to bent elbow post.
The other stretches without a riffle of water
as the egret bows to its reflection.
Immersed in the river’s scent of leather,
the white’s neck eases into a question mark,
or surges like a sprinter at the tape.
Alert to movements of cricket, frog or fin.
Once eyes capture a whisker of fish,
egret searches within a sunlight filament.
Beak arrows, dips beneath the river glitter,
tosses a nibble to the air and catches it.
Twirling from a cottonwood, a leaf engages
the river rustler who turns to statue.
A shift and wings rise in silk banners over rock pates
while feathers ruffle reflections into sequins.
The egret alights on a branch, shivers in spiral,
stretches to preen and fluff each plume.
On legs of silk, it wings toward
a turret of branches to design the sky.
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