A Louisiana Heron stood
on one yellow leg
then with opposing twiggy toe
began to scratch his curvy neck
preening in the Sunday sun
by the water's edge.
From the muddy bank,
a turtle in shiny helmet
watched the jumping fish
at home in their environment.
Ibises like ornaments
paused beneath a tree
list'nin to fountain music,
all these tropic folk and me
One by one I began to toss
yesterday's troubles
into flowing water.
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