In the one space that wasn't frozen

The heron, deep
in pond water,
still as sticks
and then, a sudden
swoop like the
last fruit falling
off a tree into snow.
I happened to see it,
standing near the
window, that flash
of tangerine and
gold in its beak like
a barb of sun, a slice
of guava in colorless
air. It's been so long
I don't remember
something I looked for
and wanted to come
coming so fast.

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