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Poem for Saturday, Spring Canal, Newsies


Afternoon at Great Meadows
By Louise Berliner

two swans stroll
on caramelized water
like prophets,
all leg and neck,
inspecting a beaver lodge.

each step makes a satisfying crack,
their unwieldy height forcing a slow motion waddle
as they navigate familiar territory gone solid.

they pace counterclockwise, puzzled,
perhaps wondering why the beavers don’t invite them in.
hot chocolate might be nice.

someone’s foot crashes through
it’s loud and there’s a belly-flop—
proper swan pose at last.

they turn fleet, the first inching
her prow among the icebergs
followed by her pal,
who savors the cleared path.

they run aground,
step up again to the surface,
shake out their giant handkerchiefs.

they could fly but
some memory tethers them to the tundra
summer, perhaps,
just below the surface,
perfect in grasses, worms, frogs.

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Friday was thankfully less exciting than Thursday, and also less costly. I did a lot of photo sorting and scanning, Paul had several phone conferences. In between, to my great pleasure, we had Bethesda Bagels -- not my favorite, but they deliver very inexpensively and unlike Goldberg's were not out of pumpernickel. In the late afternoon, we went down to the river, where the bluebells are now all over the banks, the ducks are pairing off, and the frogs and turtles are out!

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Since we had invaders in our house yesterday, we did not see my parents even from a distance; instead we had leftover pizza for dinner before catching up on Supergirl (I like Alex and Kelly but I prefer no damsel in distress storylines even when women do the rescuing) and Zoey's Extraordinary Playlist (ugggh make New Greg go away). Then we watched the stage musical of Newsies, which we'd not seen before, since it's on Disney+. I missed Christian Bale but I enjoyed it anyway.
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