strange to
see
a single white
swan
in the small
blue lake
beside
the highway.
like
seeing an
angel
fallen from
the clouds.
all wings,
graceful
as it glides
about
the smooth
rippling
sheet of
water, sensing
its own
beauty,
the head held
high,
killing time.
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