Standalone heron borrowing a pylon in Portage Bay
according in quarter turns her head by the dial
of her beak to motion under current
until certain. One of seven.
But the night began later.
Even after the soaring bridge hid
the assignation, the dark water passing darker
though. A grade higher, inland, on the return path
the tedium of midges lifted that hung about
Like we left the guild victorious.