Poet’s showcase
Reversal of Fortune
By Juliana Harris
We live in town now
A friend asks
Don’t you miss your house?
But it’s not the house I miss
I miss the shriek and swoop of gulls
And the triumphant rise of an osprey
Silvery prey gripped in its yellow talons
I miss the row of snowy egrets
Forming a one-legged chorus line in the marsh
While a great blue heron searches for a favorite rock
I miss the winter sunset
Glowing peachy gold and frigid blue
Above the black lace of barren trees
I miss the bleak grandeur of a night sky
Bedizened with stars and graced by an occasional comet
But :
We live in town now.