Swans Pass Poem by Richard Blanch

Swans Pass



Swans pass: keen knives of coolness mirroring themselves
In the lake, on the mind’s shell. As soft as
Passion, as direct, strenuous beneath the surface,
Thrusting and pushing, efficiently, unseen.
Merely a ripple across the waters. Merely a smile, a sigh.
Dangerous: they can break your arm or your life
With their soft wing, with those questing beaks.

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