Poem: The Swan

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White and gliding
Across the ripples
Paying no mind
To my presence
Until
My approach

Glances at me with interest
Yet has no fear
Large and graceful
Beauty
That floats
And feeds
Pays me no mind

On October afternoon
Do you now swim
Upon the cool waters
The walkers and boat
Pay you no attention
They do not notice
What I do

Look at me
With your pearly black eyes
With mild interest
Do you inspect me
To find me
Of no harm
Duck your long neck
Into the water
To find the treasures
That are there
Resurface
Unafraid
To see me there again

What beauty is this
That graces this day
How lucky am I
To have found you

©2013 James Takeo

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