dipped inelegantly and
cooed a lot
things that flappers
or teenaged swans
were not so much known for
at least up to that point
but from that day forward
as the story goes
(because it does)
if our ears were to catch wind
of a coo or two
or if
anywhere
within
the horizons we with sight behold
catch but a glimpse
either of us
even if in the faintest peripheries
of anyone or anything
awkwardly or with even a stictch of clumsiness
diving
falling
swooping downward
perhaps having just been sprung from a springboard
well
we’d immediately think of
swans
we also think of
our very own tenaciously deviant cygnet
who is now
in our beloved flock
the eldest swan
