I MEAN YOU NO HARM
Honor Wood
Deep in the murky bayou That teems with snakes and alligators, The heron remains stoic and serene. When mighty Katrina thrashed and flailed Her torment upon the Gulf, Humans flocked to high ground. Yet the heron holds steady, sheltered beneath the Cyprus trees. What are you afraid of? The striking blue brush strokes against canvas Take a young woman, away from the cool museum Back to Louisiana, the summer after the storm. Toes curled over the edge of the timeworn dock, the wide-eyed ten year old girl Skipped jaded stones, provoking a blue heron into flight. Is it me?
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SUBMERGED | KAREN LIN | ACRYLIC
