blue heron gray sky
early yet no risen
sun
marks the day
jag and arch of low shadow lifting night
above dark breaking waves
hymns of shells hiss
urged-up prizes laid by
the sea homaging the altar-shore
bow and back away alters
shore
worships alone alone
except for me and sky
and seagulls cry
alone alone
sea catches in my heel-print cup sieves to empty
someday hair streaked
blue heron gray no
light
to mark my arch and jag
of low shadow lifting
over leaden breakers
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