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blue heron
so still in the sky
my heart beats
faster than
its wings

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alongside the cliff
keeping pace with my car
the blue heron

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flying blackbird
dead mouse in its beak
this too is peace

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more wind
than woman
this flesh

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midnight
even the whitest lilies
are blue

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sharing breath
with the crow
the whole world is crow

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in the nest,
two blue eggs
two wide brown eyes

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How the old mountains drip with sunset
—Emily Dickinson

Dear Emily,

It was just as you said, tonight,
the San Juans rose and blue,
and in the shallow reservoir,
the herons dripping, too—
I did not mean to startle them
as grayly there they stood,
but on hushed feet I stepped myself
into solitude.
Wing after wing they rowed themselves
into the muted dome
till all went dim—oh dark abyss!—
and we were held as one.

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To me, every hour of the light and dark is a miracle.
—Walt Whitman

Balanced against morning frost
I do not see
the great blue heron
wading in the river
so I put it there

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Meredith mentions
a student who insists
on painting
into the foreground
a rock

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“All she needs is a darker color,”
Meredith says, “and a value
like a triangle
and the canvas
would be full of light”

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You do not have
to be talented—even
my three year old girl
knows how to paint
something that makes her smile

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It is not a painting,
this life, still
there was a heron here not
long ago, standing in frost
it was so beautiful

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Here and not here,
light and dark,
so many years spent
debating the two—this morning
I see it, the river chimed in frost

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