POETRY

The Audubon Swan

In the green light by the shore of the pond
a large swan stares at a still larger man
filming him with a phone clutched in his hand.
The man taunts. The swan does not respond
He hopes for a bite. Everyone is fond
of bird attacks. A viral hit is planned.
The swan floats slowly backwards from the land
Without the rage the man had counted on.

—Mathilde Denegre