Pink-edged clouds chase light as the sun sets.
Purple martins crowd the railing
around a miniature house
swaying on a pole stuck in the bayou.
An egret glides along the line
where salt bulrushes meet water, and
boat-tailed grackles
settle on green grass mats
floating near our house on stilts.
We hang our feet over the wooden slatted porch
and look and look,
as if the day will never end.
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