This poem is taken from Stand 245, 23(1) March - May 2025.
The Heron Dream
She fell asleep listening to the birds
pruning the hibiscus outside her window
and dreamed of the white-faced heron
that stands like a sorrowful pilgrim
on a hidden shoal at the bend of the
...
pruning the hibiscus outside her window
and dreamed of the white-faced heron
that stands like a sorrowful pilgrim
on a hidden shoal at the bend of the
...
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