Happy I would be in intervening hours
To know that she was showering me
With plans and notions
To show her devotion to our love
That one step back created inspiration
For our serendipitous vacations
But if she neither had me or a good time in mind
I still had it spent napping in sweet wine
Flying and swooping over the river
And if perchance she goes her own way
She would be making herself better
But together in our hearts
Refreshed with stamina to stay
Like a white egret that treads gingerly
At the end of a long day
Measures her steps on the pebbled bottom
Scattering fish too big to bite
Looking for a size just right
To thrust at and snag for the night
January 26, 2021
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