SANIBEL NOTES (1)
White dust leaps up
From bleached shell,
White sand road,
Swoops through the air
Like a Snowy Owl,
Perches on edges
Of mangrove leaves,
The mangrove rattles.
Concealed in mangrove leaves,
A kingfisher.
I hold out my hand
To be touched
By the sound
As it walks by me.
Duane Locke
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