Friday, May 28, 2010

Dorothee Lang

Society of Swans

She had drifted
           into this place before,
many times, her head ducked low,
           her thoughts surrounded
by a spiral of options
           they bestowed her,
drew her into their ring
           then left her
           like a new species
raised by the world
           in this bed of feathers,
eyes covered
           by a folding so warm
          & blind

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