Black Swans
The evening wind is lifting the lake's waters into grey waves
On which are dancing the angled rays of the crouching sun
Two black swans together
Plough the waves towards their night time hiding place
They have each other
And tomorrow and perhaps many tomorrows more they will have each other
And perhaps many cygnets will busy their lives
One day, there is no doubt
one will be gone and there will be one
Copyright © Robin Brown | Year Posted 2016
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