A Moment

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Across the highway a heron stands
in the flooded field.  It stands
as if lost in thought, on one leg, careless
as if the field belongs to herons.
The air is clear and quiet.
Snow melts on the second fair day.
Mother and daughter,
we sit in the parkinglot
with doughnut and coffee.
We are silent
For a moment the wall between us 
opens to the universe;
then closes.
And you go on saying
you do not want to repeat my life.

Ruth Stone

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