Four-winged
brilliance
On majestic widespread wings,
up from dawn-cold pothole, strains sunward through low-lying fog, heaving, gaining height and speed, flashing morning’s dazzling glare. Now; what! – four-winged tundra swan? Four!Yes.Four!!!
wings sunward drive. Slightly parting:Ah!Swans
– two! Male and female, closely matched, speeding, climbing, two by one. Necks and breasts show stress and strain, wheeling, flashing, dazzling bright. Match them; clock them, with them run… mile a minute! – faster, climb! Formed up close.Still
sunward, fly! Looking downward, honking back, ground-bound voyeur, envious. Still together stroke for stroke, mates forge perfect symmetry. Salut! |