Poetry XXXIII: and

the swans are swimming uniformly,

in sepia colours, past a boat.

a tree beyond them wobbles slowly,

and with the current, on they float.

their cygnets enter right of picture,

ripples start and multiply;

light refracted and reflected,

and I watch those ripples die.

curtain twitches on the boat,

an eye or two is looking through;

ripples hit a yacht beside it

and paint it an ephemeral blue.

t.v. aerial point beyond

and seems to offer new direction;

curtain is released, and silence

hides its falling, and its friction.

swans and cygnets leave the frame,

water flattens out a bit.

lamp's switched off beyond the curtain;

the tree remains, and there I sit.

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