Flock of egrets
A dozen? Dispersed.
On one leg, taking their morning
Ablutions, as if at the Ganges,
White wet veshtis,
A singular swan, small swanlette,
Tarps covering cut wood from last winter
Fishing trawler start
Rain falling on ponds,
Droplets and sheen
Morning by rail
Graffiti welcoming behind safety glas.
Smokestack railyard are we in ct already
Train coasting now off power
A delicate darling