For a moment it is still;
the industrial thunder of decanted water
hushed to the trickle
of misfit gates.
Side ponds wait like bridesmaids
in embarrassed silence.
Somewhere,
out of sight,
a swan
flourishes its wedding dress finery,
irritated in the anticipatory quiet.
Gently,
tiptoeing into the day,
a shy phutting chug
whispers that all
is about
to
change.
tiptoeing into the day,
a shy phutting chug
whispers that all
is about
to
change.
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