Night Heron Memory

Night fog waves crash up
a mist of deep breaths,
vital, fresh heron struts
past Darwin of my love.

All bliss beauty grins/tears.
squint eyes, warm skin, exhale
emanate our destiny legacy.
Unexpected weather anomalies
off course and rough retreat.

Mud, gone legs, no talons,
deluge wings, last no flight,
seek the next 20-minutes.
Pull beak, slide, pull, slide
to the dock safe underside.
Thirsty sweat, hard breaths,
relax. It is done; next?
No. Now and nil, Neal
dreams I am on a bus
innocent white plume
satiate full-gullet satyr.

It’s warm asphalt and
the Mexican full moon,
piña colada guitar strings
made it this far (repeat)
the night heron memory
sleeps the final waves/sand.

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