She glides on
Silvered horizon
Vignette in distance, yet
Revealed by silhouette
I paddle nearer till
Eye with black head and bill
Lattice of white and black
Tattooed on shining back
And one deep ruby eye
Studies, as I drift by
Awed by her quiet grace
This sanctified, raw place
Later, when I retire
Cold stars over warm fire
Echoes of this jeweled day
Call me above, away
Till silence, black as sky
Is pierced by her lost cry


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