You talked of avatars
conjured by me
sea creature; mermaid; butterfly, gazelle
on Scottish dawns.
The birds you spied along the shore
grew smaller and fainter
with your failing eyesight,
til even binoculars could not restore
You felt the call of your kinsmen all.
Described their images
as the terns that soared
along the Spey.
That last time
we parted company,
the only creatures, silent witness,
were a solitary heron
and a mournful dolphin,
out of the bay.
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On Avatars: “Enchantment, fragility; transcendence.”
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