Monday, November 23, 2009

THE SWAN


THE SWAN


HOW CALM SHE LOOKS
SLOWLY SHE MOVES
SENDING SCURRYING BITS OF MOONLIGHT
OVER THE DEEP BLACK WATER

SHE FLOATS SERENELY
AT TIMES SHE LIFTS HER HEAD
TO SUING A MELANCHOLY SONG TO THE MOON

LIKE A PLACID MOON IN A CLOUDLESS SKY
SHE GOES

THE TALL BARE TREES STAND SILENT
AND WATCH HER

FRANK A VOLLMER

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