Wednesday 23 August 2017

Like Letter Boxes In A Lake





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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