Winter 1986 • Vol. VIII No. 1 Poetry |

White Swan

Purple necks and green, fat drakes whiter than Easterlive on our five acres of suburban waterwith one gray goose, a Canadian honkerwho came a year ago and settled.And occasionally other birds, locally exotic,drop by the lake, a few gulls, an egret,and once a wood ibis, all the thrillof the neighborhood kidscoaxing them to stay with bread crumbs.We know why these birds come to us, little stopson ancient journeys, but the strangest of allcame straight from the blue, parcel post,a prank gift or a mistake. One eveningwe came home and found the box on the porch,no return address. Inside was a night-lamp,a white plastic swan, bulb not included,gaudy, out of place anywhere in the house. I unscrewed a bulb from a table lamp,screwed it into the grassy base, plugged the cordinto an outlet, cut the overhead.In our living room somethingout of science fiction! A mutant!And possessed we fell to the floor and stareduntil that feathered light sank inand we understood the brillianceof the one thi

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