LIKE LETTER BOXES IN A LAKE
Fancy, a town lake with wet streets of reeds
All pillar-boxed by rows of roosting Nile Egrets
Each reedy clump has its white sentinel pegged
To stand there whitely like mailboxes up one leg
Outside each unlettered rafia house, they don't bunch
Up but shrug up for night, tuck heads in, and hunch
Shoulders to wait out for morning, delivering edge
To the willow-wand frontages of houses of sedge
Listed not on a realtor's blurb, nor gavelled auctioneering
Not to be bought, the airmail delivered on an egret wing.
Wayne David Knoll
July 28, 2016
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