Poetry:

Shepard, Roy

Roy Shepard Great Blue Heron The wonder was mutual, I not to be expected. As for myself thought had narrowec vision to the path proper when below me blue of a steel sky soundless his wings reached...

...Now across the canal he stood all vertical at the water's edge a wire only with an eye for my passing...
...As for myself thought had narrowec vision to the path proper when below me blue of a steel sky soundless his wings reached rims of my world and lofted us both...

Vol. 116 • July 1989 • No. 13


 
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