We are the ancients, bicycle & I
wheeling along the Daniel Island non-
motorized leisure lanes by
parks, schools, shops, houses, condos.
I cross a dusty verge to a walkway
beside a spouting pond, two ducks
too far & sun-spangled to name.
A great egret standing tall looks
up at an osprey looking down, circling
circling high above the water for fish
it's not finding, not today. Wheeling
I go alongside a field — whish
into the air two rising wheeing pairs
of wings — kill-deer, kill-deer.
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