Marsh Beds

Birds in branches
for the night
do not mock
long legged cranes.

Gravity pulls us all
to our own beds
for respite from
day’s winged work.

Trees of leaf
do not hug marshes
but leave them to the sky,
to wane and swell,

like black wet mirrors,
waters soaked with beds of
grasses, shallow, where
tall cranes stand, and sleep.

-Marilyn Peretti

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