Wood Carving by Chris Nixon
For a Girl with White Gold Hair
Who Left Only Her Shirt on a Stuffed Chair
part II
The snowy egret flew,
Water dropped
From the yellow feet.
The drops disappeared
Into the white sand
As she disappeared
Into the dark night.
The egret's wings
Have the shape of her sleeves.
Duane Locke
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