Presences Past
IKingfisher cackles.
Arrows up canal to catch whatever there is to catch.
Cackles again & goes.
II
Amidst reeds, almost hidden, great blue grew wary, threw wide her wings & flew toward wherever she knew we couldn’t follow.
Wood duck brood rides smooth behind multi-colored mama.
No where to go but there, they ignore our stare, & move as she moves, no future to lose.