the sun’s halo
hesitantly ignites
over azure delusion
in captured breaths
a slight downtick
in axial tilt
redrawing the
hierarchical glares
in petulant longing
lady summer changes
into a dappled gown
of crimson and amber
despite the rage
stabbing photonic
daggers maniacally
into the manic fool
the still beauty of
the heron staring
unblinking into the
currents of shadow
exuding a regal patience
these oscillations
would never allow

she understands me
in a way the humans
i clumsily emulate
can never quite grasp

we both run on instinct
her’s lead to fish
mine to catastrophe
but there is a zenlike
calm in manically attacking
certain destruction
headfirst and grinning
the same as wobbling
over the surface of the inlet
the sun glinting on the
placid ebony ripples
with a fish flopping
in your beak, i’m sure

i don’t know really
i whisper poetry to her
as she majestically
watches for movement
and occasionally she
gives me a fish as a gift
because loneliness
must be a universal trait