The simplistic sweetness of Matt’s short, sentimental poem, with its lowercase characters and quick, clipped lines, won all of us over. We imagine it will have a similar effect on you. Enjoy.
Looking for Swans
we would look for them
together
she and I
the swans
there are four in all
living amongst the ducks
in the park
and
she would always
count them
sometimes
she saw them all
on occasion
none could be found
but always
she looked for them
just as
she searched for
the beauty
in things
everywhere
and within her eyes
it could usually be found
a bright side
to even the darkest hour
and
many times
she pointed them out
for me
she had that ability
and
I often envied that
but
never as much
as
I do
now
standing here
in the park
alone
missing her
and
unable
to find
any swans
