On roaming and homing, love of nature and the nature of love.

dinsdag 2 juni 2015

Swan

Swan skull,

You've been cleaned
with care
by the smallest ones
your head is blank now
whiter than
your cloak
has ever been
your beak still
ready to speak,
hesitating between
ivory, snow or
vanilla ice-cream

Amongst those who know
about water standing still
you're the greatest

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