The Heron

The sentences
On a flat boat
Between them despite the landscape and the permissions

The hungry fish sees well
Still there is no harm in lingering
In his mouth still the taste of metal
And a dull ache from the hooks

He goes back to swimming
He hears the herons
Flying near the border
Near the water port

The humans in the boat talk
They look uninterested in the sole fish
There are so many of them
They pass so fast

The heron sees something else, sees nature
In the spin of water and dust
They see fish in the metal gleam
They see steel in the fish

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