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A Hundred Egrets



Once as I passed by the bay
a hundred egrets stood
in the tidal flats,
and the shape of their gathering
showed where the tide
was exactly deep
as an egret's leg.
Oh how perfect,
beautifully perfect
to be an egret
in egret-high tide
and watch the little fish
twinkle at your feet
like silver ribbons!

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