The Black Swans (sketch notes for a poem)

when in morning’s fire they burn
not a soul can turn away
from the sight so rarified
two night black swans
a heart is framed
between their snaking throats
no sound
stillness on dark waters found
death below but life above
two night black swans
declare their love.

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