Dusk

                         Above the

                    water hang the

                              loud

                             flies

                             Here

                            O so

                           gray

                          then

                         What             A pale signal will appear

                        When         Soon before its shadow fades

                       Where       Here in this pool of opened eye

                       In us     No Upon us As at the very edges

                        of where we take shape in the dark air

                         this object bares its image awakening

                           ripples of recognition that will

                              brush darkness up into light

even after this bird this hour both drift by atop the perfect sad instant now

                              already passing out of sight

                           toward yet-untroubled reflection

                         this image bears its object darkening

                        into memorial shades Scattered bits of

                       light     No of water Or something across

                       water       Breaking up No Being regathered

                        soon         Yet by then a swan will have

                         gone             Yes out of mind into what

                          vast

                           pale

                            hush

                             of a

                             place

                              past