Heron At Okarito Lagoon

Heron at Okarito Lagoon


She stands on lean legs in the lagoon.

Her skirt hoisted to her thighs, her reflection

a mirror.


The congress in the trees, hunch importantly,

Perched smugly, their white judge-heads peering

Down to the water.

They cannot see themselves.


They imagine her

the hussy, bitch, tart,

the beauty so unaware that they all

want her, all of her, all of them.


Sue Heggie



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