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"Blue Lake Swan (Uncertainty with Psychodynamics)"
by Jeph Johnson
She debuts her dance
On our real globe
Where all can be
Princess or Queen
Clandestinely cloaked
In a teal robe
That would look better
Forever in blue jeans
With her reasoning she's circular
Yet we all want to become her
Each season we fall for her
Wintery Springs and endless Summers
This bouncy ballerina on her tiptoes she twirls
A tale she's composed from decay
This girl's sure a dervish, deviously whirling!
Her smile curls and unfurls this ballet
Levitating above the clouds
Or rigged like all the rest?
The faithful flock flies fast
For her fantasy seems best
Over this bubbly blue lake
Painted smiles, without fear
Where you can see your reflection
Even when water's unclear
Balancing high on a wire
Between two worlds without fright
She is any person, place or thing
She wants to be but right
Behind the scenes are sterling
Silver support cables of truth
While up front this same old story
Fictionalizes her youth
The choreographer grabs the silver strands
And crimps them with her pliers
Snapping the untrustworthy
Silver-plated copper wires
Her swan dive downward towards the lake
Becomes carelessly unrehearsed
She soon disconnects and then reflects
An ugly duckling in reverse
