Space #3 Heron pulls up from the water, her long beak tracing first the riverbank then lumbering clouds over head. Ducks walk on ice by the shore and pick at leaves and twigs floating slowly.All together, they take to the water as the sun finally finds an opening to the fish
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Poem #188
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Space #3 Heron pulls up from the water, her long beak tracing first the riverbank then lumbering clouds over head. Ducks walk on ice by the shore and pick at leaves and twigs floating slowly.All together, they take to the water as the sun finally finds an opening to the fish