Type in the following characters or
identify below each photograph
containing one or more egrets.
(FTWA: the egret is a member of
the heron family, usually buff or
white, developing fine plumes
during breeding season. I should add
they are a most majestic bird. In fact,
this poem is about egrets, but
you won’t be able to appreciate it
if you can’t focus on the task at hand
and enter the appropriate keystrokes or
click on all the right pictures.)
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To read this poem, to write this response, click, sort, sign-on, click, click, type, click, type. . .watch for a response, a ripple for a stone thrown into silence. . . ah, the wonder of the modern, mediated, addicting. discarnate life, seeking ‘connection’, audience, influence. . .maybe even profit and a livelihood. Sign-off and go watch the egrets in the wetlands, before the egrets and the wetlands and the memory of a whole incarnate life disappears. . .and take someone with you.