A Swift Guest
NaPoWriMo 19/30
Apr 19, 2026 · 1 min read

A purple film stitches
feathers of white against the breeze
as two black boxes resist
the glare of the drone’s buzzing, the swallows—
swifts, perhaps—darting
crumbs out of the bird’s eye
recording. Marriage is a pact with
a goose honks. They have prepared
their vows. Tears from dreams
of sun come true on Earth.
They kiss. A red dress and powder blue
shirt whose tags I’ll forget
before bride and groom’s parents
collect the leftover fruit. Swifts
swallow away the lake’s reflection.
Almost two thirds of the way through NaPoWriMo, whoohoo! I hope that y'all have been feeling inspired to write some poetry this month!
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