Cormorant

The cormorant does
what Jesus did
without the publicity.

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Twilight Moon

A shining rounded knee,
a luxurious glinting shoulder,
then her full forehead
emerges from the water.

Luna in her long bath
of straying evening cloud,
the goddess in the twilit lake,
washing out the sight of the world.

Though it gathers again, inevitably,
watching her white body dip and turn,
restores the true perspective,
that nothing can smear or stain.

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Roadside Trees

Immeasurably tender the green shoots
out of the exhaust-blackened trees.
No bigger than snow-flakes some of them,
caught on the branch-tips, each unfolding
through a unique feat of balance.

Green stars that won't set but spread
till the sky is all gently rustling light,
against the flaking bark they shine, flames
that tell earth's own old slow good time,
for me to set my darkness by.