By the Grand Canal
Everything enamored in that cool prevening glow, a gold eduction in which the gentle calm nature of each leaf, each grassblade, each molecule resting silently on unmoving water is brought forth and set to display regal and necessary and free, I sit and watch.
The din of passing cars behind, eyes closed, thinking that it could be anywhere right now, every city, every busy town-center street sounding the same at this time of day.
Around, the birds which circle, and then don't, and then circle, because the cars underneath them are driving on a circle and make the birds want to circle, or at least because the cars circle the birds seem to do the same.
The woman edging hanging leaning over the edge of a bridge, she is tearing pieces of paper and throwing them in the water Amy says, she is either doing something symbolic or she's not all there I say, she is smiling too we both notice, and as we pass underneath her, under the bridge next to the canal, she looks at us unsmiling and shaking her head no says "Are you watching, by any chance, are you watching?"
And earlier, we by chance watched as five magnificent white swans (what makes them any more aesthetically beautiful to us than any other bird? Amy had asked) suddenly took off. I watched them start, I said look. And we stopped and jaws dropped it was indeed that remarkable a sight that jaws dropped, and towards us over the other swans over the slow oozing water past us and along the canal abreast their wings were the width of the canal and we stared mouths open as they passed and they made a soft hum with their wings graceful constant motion they passed and five swans flew past us on the canal.
The din of passing cars behind, eyes closed, thinking that it could be anywhere right now, every city, every busy town-center street sounding the same at this time of day.
Around, the birds which circle, and then don't, and then circle, because the cars underneath them are driving on a circle and make the birds want to circle, or at least because the cars circle the birds seem to do the same.
The woman edging hanging leaning over the edge of a bridge, she is tearing pieces of paper and throwing them in the water Amy says, she is either doing something symbolic or she's not all there I say, she is smiling too we both notice, and as we pass underneath her, under the bridge next to the canal, she looks at us unsmiling and shaking her head no says "Are you watching, by any chance, are you watching?"
And earlier, we by chance watched as five magnificent white swans (what makes them any more aesthetically beautiful to us than any other bird? Amy had asked) suddenly took off. I watched them start, I said look. And we stopped and jaws dropped it was indeed that remarkable a sight that jaws dropped, and towards us over the other swans over the slow oozing water past us and along the canal abreast their wings were the width of the canal and we stared mouths open as they passed and they made a soft hum with their wings graceful constant motion they passed and five swans flew past us on the canal.
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