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By a Pond



A swan took flight on rustling wings.

The setting sun reflects upon a pond.

Hear the evening silence widening.


I sense the slow beat of my

heart, and there’s a sudden quiet

present, spreading everywhere.




The swan is gone. I ponder on my

lingering, earthly existence

slowly drawing to a close, yet here I am.


What’s keeping me here? This lonely

heart? Its persistence? My passion?

Swan, where then did you go?




A man stood up, turned around, left.

Far from here, in the bustle of cities, he

recalls how hope rose high one noon;


how a far silence overwhelmed him;

how a shadow slanted past his face,

and his future swiftly winged away.

By a Pond