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The Black Swan (03 May 2010)

 

You are a different beast.

A belly full of dead fish

and the Corrib is rushing on a warm, breezy

day in Galway City.

 

‘Why are you black’

and pedestrians point stubby fingers,

shunned by sea birds and

forgotten by your own.

 

Still you float off to the side

and I see you and want you to notice,

perched on a rock, a deep dive

into a cold, existence of a life.

 

Bursting splash and a gasp,

dry air fills lungs to a brim –

and jump

and fly away,

alone, you are a different beast.

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