Beetlebung and Kettlehole--April Poems

Egrets

Waiting for the world to end,
the river turns, a long ribbon
anchoring the land to its sides
and I perch on an empty bench,
watching the tall egrets stab
into slate water for tadpoles
with the rhythm of native dancers,
each divinely manifest.
For one extended moment,
my vagrant mind stops wandering
and I sit here belonging while
the dilemmas of the day vanish.
Crystalline magic, these angelic wings
of white flapping at the shoreline…
Their image urges, inside me,
millions of molecules
to a new vision of hope:
The world will not end.

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“waiting for the world to end”
Last line from Stanley Kunitz’s Halley’s Comet
Prompt: Take the last line from another poet’s work, and with that line, start a new poem that is totally different than the original poem.