Vesper nights on Edisto

low country dusk

long-legged swamp birds

dress in feathered robes

blue and white, black and grey

along tidal creeks

and on dirt roads

oaks grow long moss beards

owls call from darkening shadows

I don’t believe in ghosts

or disembodied souls

but if I ever do

this would be the time and place

5/27/24