Swan

For if I die tonight
I’ve seen the grace in descent
a conclave of souls by mirth
beneath a gravity of feathers
as the sudden embracing stillness
its impossible conclusion in symmetry
leans back holding trapped air in pose
touchdown to the surface mirrored
gliding in most gentle repose


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