GREAT BLUE HERONS

By Jens Kruse

I am driving to town
to go to the grocery store:
mask and hand sanitizer
are in the seat next to me,
shopping lists are
in my shirt pocket.
As I move along
Crescent Beach Drive
I see six Great Blue herons
lined up in the shallow
waters of East Sound:
six to eight feet apart,
still and alert,
waiting for their food
to swim by.
For the next hour,
masked and sanitized,
I hunt for my food,
lurching from aisle to aisle,
doing the coronavirus dance
with my fellow shoppers
from six feet away.

On my way back
there are nine herons,
standing still,
necks coiled,
beaks sharp.
I wonder how
their hunt is going.

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