swan

I had to catch my own swan,
make my own charcoal.
Today, there are better pen sources,
of course: fountains, for some.

Usually,
the charcoal was made
days after
the swan was caught.

No wonder I'm fat.

Parameter Magazine kindly published this poem in 2009.







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