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How Can a Pretty Thing Lie?                  
 

august, and still
on thin legs
at dusk,
neck craned
to view the trees
and the only
sound is the rustle
of squirrels.

Patti says that blue
herons eat little animals.

I don't want to believe
that beauty is deceiving.



                                Heather MacPherson
                        Worcester, Massachusetts


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