Spare black on white, swift to frothing wake
in pewter waters; silver sweep of wing
bright counterpoint to lightning’s rake
rending the heavy hanging cloud; hovering,
holding; plunging to take the shining glide,
the curve and scale, beating upward against
the drag of wave, watching for the gleaming slide
of fish, awareness stretched and tensed and held
to dancing, diving grace.
Beautiful
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