It's cold and damp outside, the heater in the car works fine, time for a drive...

At Frenchman’s Bar
By toni


an assembly of egrets
spaced perfectly low
levitate above the Columbia’s glass top
framed by fifty-foot twigs
upright to the sky

beyond
parked barges resemble a life
stopped abruptly
waiting for permission to dock
to unload the steerage
of this long journey

is it time to sail toward unknown ports?
where women
gather
in flocks
perfectly spaced
arms beckoning
you to land