Cygnet Cotillion
Copyright 2002 Stan Lyness
Hidden bankside half our lives, we're finally on display,
dusty still, not white until
Spring gives our flirting urgency,
when poise must be faked to perfection.
For now we may be awkward, shy,
always with one giant eye
measuring, secretly,
the distance to Mom and Dad.
Too close would not be cool at all.
Too far, umm, we're not allowed, and Dad for sure would have a cow.
