In the pier’s shadows
a great swan dips and dips its
massive head, feasting.
Two small cormorants
swim over and dive in. I
lose track of them. So
it goes. I stand on
the bank, passing the time. Time
passes. Beauty breaks.
.
In the pier’s shadows
a great swan dips and dips its
massive head, feasting.
Two small cormorants
swim over and dive in. I
lose track of them. So
it goes. I stand on
the bank, passing the time. Time
passes. Beauty breaks.
.