Move On

Move On

I don't know how long

the heron has been

fishing when I spot it.

It stands in the water

and focuses forward.

Lowers its head to

take a closer look.

Barely moves its feet

to inch forward.

Goes through several

repetitions of this routine.

Suddenly, it jumps

onto the ledge that

runs the width of

the lake, folds its

wings and moves on.

Links

12 x 12 Community Showcase

Sandra Moran Radio Book Club

Natural Companions Video

Art of Improvisation Video Aug. 31, 2018

Jazz Improv and Poetry Video April 5, 2018 

Kansas Time + Place

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

The Last Hole

The Last Hole

It hasn't been a good day.

All your shots have gone astray.

On the greens, you can't read the break.

Each line you choose is a mistake.

This course has certainly taken its toll,

but now you're on the last hole.

You give some thought to the notion

of simply going through the motions.

Instead you decide to give it your all.

You have nothing to lose except another golf ball.

This was written for a fill-in-the-blank prompt.

Links

Sandra Moran Radio Book Club--Fire Shut Up in My Bones, May 13

Poetic Asides

Academy of American Poets Poem-A-Day

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