You Heron

The boat being out,
we’d smoke and drink on the dock
empty at sundown.

We felt the presence
of the shy night heron on
a rock shelf below,

watching the water
in the shadows. Then the stars.
And we were shadows.

The great bird would croak.
A voice from the underworld?
No, no. Fellow crea-

ture, it withdrew with
the return of the tour boat,
all lights and laughter.

Author: Tom D'Evelyn

Tom D'Evelyn is a private editor and writing tutor in Cranston RI and, thanks to the web, across the US and in the UK. He can be reached at D'Evelyn has a PhD in Comparative Literature from UC Berkeley. Before retiring he held positions at The Christian Science Monitor, Harvard University Press, Boston University and Brown University. He ran a literary agency for ten years, publishing books by Leonard Nathan and Arthur Quinn, among others. Before moving to Portland OR he was managing editor at Single Island Press, Portsmouth NH. He blogs at and other sites.

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