Imagine

When I consider the flocks
of flamingos once seen in this bay
of hurt lagoons, I watch the remnant
straggling few in old Salt Lake,
and wonder why this holy water
is not kept sacred in a nature reserve,
with boardwalks and coffee shops,
waders, and flock upon flock
of pink winged flamingos
rising in the redness of dusk
against the loveliest blue hills
just there, almost beyond imagination.

 - Brian Walter