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                      Dusk
                  above the
              water hang the
                        loud
                       flies
                       Here
                      O so
                     gray
                    then
                   what            A pale signal will appear
                  when        Soon before its shadow fades
                 where      Here in this pool of opened eye
                in us     No upon us As at the very edges
                 of where we take shape in the dark air
                  This object bares its image awakening
                    ripples of recognition that will
                       brush darkness up into light
    even after this bird this hour both drift byatop the perfect
    sad instant now     already passing out of sight
                     toward yet-untroubled reflection
                   this image bares its object darkening
                  into memorial shades scattered bits of
                light      No of water Or something across
                water        Breaking up no being regathered
                 soon          Yet by then a swan will have
                  gone              yes out of mind into what
                   vast
                    pale
                     hush
                      of a
                      place
                       past
             sudden dark as
                 if a swan
                    sang


Contributed by Nisha Menon