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gas fired heron

I am a smoky owl,

my eyes see best at night.

 

I am a disconsolate crow,

with a voice like sand.

 

I walk the path of the tree,

ever watchful red squirrel.

 

My arms are hawk wings,

slow beat through rain.

 

My feet are delicate,

the deer in me is swift.

 

I move low to the ground,

serpent in a stone wall.

 

I am the heron gate

to the still world of spirit.

 

poem: Sarah Fuhro

Pottery and photo: Sarah Fuhro

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