
The birds on the water resemble sleepwalkers now
and our words clatter like stones
on a shore slipping from sunlight into shadow.
From “Yeatsβs Swansβ by Campbell McGrath
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The birds on the water resemble sleepwalkers now
and our words clatter like stones
on a shore slipping from sunlight into shadow.
From “Yeatsβs Swansβ by Campbell McGrath