Walking along the Great Pee Dee
I stop for a rail’s deafening clatter,
study the river scape but cannot see
the bird — no surprise, such a hider —
now high-stepping one-track
paths only marsh-dwellers know,
spartina-spun polygonal darks
beads of water gleam through.
My mid-morning stroll proves slow —
flooded streets, discouraging heat
though what did I expect? Georgetown in September,
snowy egrets dipping for chew
beside an up-on-blocks fishing boat,
blue tape between fresh tempers.
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