Hawaiian Egrets
by Mike Meyer
Walking down a path on a late winter afternoon
The sun drops into gold behind grey and purple clouds
Trade winds are dry and cool making the air suddenly chill
The warmth of the sun fades with the light
Fresh cut grass in the tropical winter
Long sleeves and long pants maybe even shoes
A scattering of egrets, white, statuesque
with pale golden mating feathers gracing their necks
Wondering where the strange cutting machines went
Lawn mowers are fun to follow but weed whackers are best
One yard man with a weed whacker and egrets will begin to arrive
They stand alone each carefully watching the man and machine
Is it food? I don’t know. They watch with a casual intensity
Look at that
Look at that
Why do they do that?
Let me move over here
Just look at that
Tomorrow, somewhere near, we can look at these again
