Ion Corcos
Stands on a ridge
in a sodden rice field,
its long, downcurved bill
probes into mud
sifts out
worms,
frogs,
insects
staunch body
soft like a cloud
black legs anchored
in the bog.
At dusk it flies
to roost
flaps its wings
white against the blue-black sky.
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