Watching the swans feed
in the cove, I overheard
a couple walking
by. They had just met
and were about to part. Things
had been great—-not one complaint.
The swans had not moved.
Sunlight dimpled the water.
Voices, gentle, kind,
faded. The couple
walked on. The wind in the trees
sighed. I sat awhile,
thinking. “The flower
is the mind, the seed is per-
formance.” Who said that?
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