Swan takes flight—
xxxa fan of wings, white
xxxxxxstreaks across a mirror.
Nights, the black mouth
xxxswallows me whole. I lie
xxxxxxbeneath nests of Ophelia’s hair.
By morning,
xxxI find myself in pools
xxxxxxbelow the weeping willow—
water lilies blurred
xxxon looking glass, wildflowers
xxxxxxstrangled in the reeds.
19.7.07
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