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10. Filming swans

Filming swans

You wade barefoot into the water at sunset

while the swans dip their necks

like crochet hooks into the sea.

The clouds turn red

and this is too beautiful to write

but it is the order of things.

The line of wet around the thighs of your jeans,

the tide and wind in opposite directions,

cross-stitching the sea.

The swallows darting after mosquitoes,

gulls flying straight above the swans,

the sun’s slow dipping,

each in their circle, and you and I watching.