Today I heard the beat of a swan’s wings
I’d never heard it before
It broke the silence of the smoke of a cigarette
It rippled the silence of a glass of wine
I followed the swan across the still of the lake
I followed its flight across the face of the winter sun
Today I heard the beat of a swan’s wings
and wished I could fly
The subtle scream of a distant ambulance
the harsh cry of a crow
the hum of the elevator
and her soft breathing beside me.
The fingers of dawn yet to creep through the blinds
the alien glow of the alarm clock
the annoying too-early church bells
disturb the darkness of the room.
I get up.
Good morning.
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