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A Glass Full of Swans

The woman
waded through

the moonlit fields

like a horse –
deliberately.

Her mouth was
a pale line

in the darkness,

like someone
searching

for a love
lost

in death.
Her bracelets clinked

like hooves
to cobble.

I watched her move
over the field

like someone
sleepwalking

into dawn.

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Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s “The Dead Woman”

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