way poem #7: three birds

the black swan has no legs
majesty alone propels her
prow and wake
serene
she crosses water

the pelican has no legs
his flight of wings
ride on currents
whose joy it is
to hold him elegantly
within the air

the gannet has no legs
before the bullet of her mind
the waves
with grace bid welcome
and embrace her
like a daughter


© Frank Prem, 2016

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