white swan

It stretches its neck and casts its eyes into the water

And meets its transparent self

In a flowing mirror

Sadness dissolves into a cloud

The water floats, the white is nearly blind

The shadow reaches the center of the wave

A feather falls, a pool of water

Quiet after the ripples

It wipes itself repeatedly

Sewing up the wounds from flying

Until it is almost transparent

Like a line of poetry without the unnecessary embellishments