Snowy Egret – a poem by Mark Tulin

Snowy Egret I become a snowy egret on the beach, staring into the choppy, translucent sea, skinny legs swaying on each breaking wave, sinking deeper into quickening sand, snatching worms or insects as they fly, nature’s rippling tide, I ride. A brief and treacherous journey, I participate in collectively. A free and easy universe enabling […]

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