Winter in the Chesapeake-
the season of the Tundra Swan.
Ice crackles along the marshy edge
of a wind-riffled cove.
White feathers radiant in fading light,
tranquil, until a single call builds to a clamor.
Noise and motion pushing forward
black paddles churning furiously
until awkwardly they rise in flight
and head west into the setting sun.
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