Eeksy-Peeksy

augury doggerel

Monday, February 18, 2002

Swan, Heat

A single white swan just flew over1, the weather is warming2, the sun's coming up3, and our radiators are hot and hissing4.

All too perfect, I say. I make wishes on small disasters.


1 Surely the symbol of death in someone's mythology.
2 Here. But cooling somewhere else. Someone is getting colder.
3 And going out.
4 They will explode.

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