Everglades parkway (Free verse) by INTRANSIT
Under a hazy Florida sun,
in the median,
three tall birds stand-
The closest takes flight arcing in earnest,
and I murmur; "Oh, I know you didn't just..."
I close one eye and hunker
expecting a sudden and bleeding passenger.
No bloody body flapping.
Pinned by the seventy mile per hour wind
the avian beckons with a thump against the right
mirror bracket. I turn my head
and I look into the Egret's small grey eye
as its' head bobs gently to the rhythm of the road.
Carte de visite.
I click the four ways on and slow and ease
to the shoulder.
The more I slow, the further the bird slides.
I watch as the Heron angel reaches the soft and sandy shoulder
without a bounce.
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