Cygnus -- At Bay
A swan in flight has been arrested
Her bright wings splayed upon the Northern Cross.
Impaled, she there from high where high on high she’s nested,
Looks down through diamonds on this world of dross.
The wind abruptly shifts then calmly stands
And the slant rain freezes all its glitter drops
To cop a sheet of brilliant mirror strands.
Even the beaded Gypsy stops.
I spot a Mobile station round the bend
Slow down a bit then brake to brush the guards
Skidding skiddy skidmarks where the milky Thruway ends
To signal where the end of time begins.