The Wild Swan
The Wild Swan
She flipped,
Tumbled,
Pirouetted,
And blind to all,
And in seeing no one,
Seemed to be seen by all,
And startled,
Raced away before I could say
That she rose in all of her perfection
A wild swan upon the lake,
Seen early, but in being seen, seen too late.
Copyright © Ashley Mckennon | Year Posted 2010
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