Swan by Agnieszka Filipek

Swan I rub out the sun with an eraserglue stars onto the skycut out the moon from a National Geographic I arrange lampson empty streetslighting one at your favourite bench Fallen leavesrustle under my bootscollected by the wind A swan swims in the city fountainI don’t know what he’s doing herealone at night He’s nestling his head in featherstucking […]