ABRUPTO

25.9.05


EARLY MORNING BLOGS 609

Of Some Renown


For some time now, I have
lived anonymously. No one
appears to think it odd.
They think the old are,
well, what they seem. Yet
see that great egret

at the marsh’s edge, solitary,
still? Mere pretense
that stillness. His silence is
a lie. In his own pond he is
of some renown, a stalker,
a catcher of fish. Watch him.


(Jean L. Connor)

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