portion of the artwork for Lynn Hoggard's poetry

Lynn Hoggard

The mist on the water
makes vision uncertain
on the pond’s far side,
but on this side,
tall and formal,
his back to us,
a great blue heron
as if attending
a ceremony.

He is facing the water’s other side,
where, ghostlike in the morning,
a smaller female stands—
like his reflection,
like her own vanished form.

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FRiGG: A Magazine of Fiction and Poetry | Issue 44 | Fall 2014