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TWO HERONS IN AUGUST
ОглавлениеI turn
at the edge
of the lake—
two Great Blue
Herons swoop,
each around the other
in mid-air
til one flies
east, not far
from my face
while the other
goes west,
and settles
in the water
eyeing me
through the green pine
and the yellow grass
like Sky-Woman
fallen to earth
from Ga-lun-la-ti.