Submerged anhinga U-
bird cruises periscope neck
up looks for dinner victims
The wild ducks feed
on weed on the lagoon’s
end far from the breadbirds
Lordly and isolate heron
poised in a cypress king
of wingéd fishers
Beggar geese the direct
avian descendants
of velociraptors
The dark-beaked heron
called Little Egret, solitary
at lagoon’s far end
True egrets flock
where food might be
beneath the trees
The white, bread-fed
survivors of Easters past
mob recollected children.
The calling crows know
(the message passed)
I am a familiar
Bayou Metairie: the birds
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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