When it flies to the bay at dawn,
You hear it scream like a dying thing.
Believe in the killing
Of snake-geese by foxes. Believe
In too much color from a rising light.
But the pulse holds you
And one blue heron. . . .
COMING 10/3: OUR FALL 2014 ISSUE
November 9 – 10, 2014
Mary Hood and Alfred Uhry