Dusk
         Above the
   water hang the
                 loud
                flies
             Here
           O so
           gray
          then
        What               A pale signal will appear
        When            Soon before its shadow fades
       Where         Here in this pool of opened eye
          In us     No Upon us As at the very edges
           of where we take shape in the dark air
            this object bares its image awakening
             ripples of recognition that will
              brush darkness up into light
even after this bird this hour both drift by atop the perfect sad instant now
              already passing out of sight
             toward yet-untroubled reflection
           this image bears its object darkening
         into memorial shades Scattered bits of
        light     No of water Or something across
      water        Breaking up No Being regathered
       soon           Yet by then a swan will have
        gone                Yes out of mind into what
          vast
           pale
            hush
               of a
              place
                past
 sudden dark as
         if a swan
             sang