SWAN RIVER

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One recent sunny Sunday in a nearby park in downtown Milan, Blackie, the Swan, followed me up and down a stream, like an aquatic puppy.

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I took several pictures of her chugging along while I walked nearby on the riverbank. I chatted her up, she seemed a friendly sort, and looked at me out of her eye, blinking, tilting her head, agreeing. I wished I had a morsel of something good to eat to offer her, but I was unprepared.

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Then, all of a sudden, she swam off.

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Upstream, a white-haired man on a rickety bicycle had arrived with a paper bag full of old focaccia. Breaking off pieces, chucking them into the water, the old man scolded the swan as if she were an errant lover.

“Where have you been? I’ve been looking all over kingdom come for you.”

When I asked the man where he usually met the swan, he glared at me.

“She’s mine,” his look seemed to say. “You were distracting her.”

“This is the first time I’ve seen a swan here,” I said. Neither Blackie nor the man paid me any attention.

“Arrivederci,” I said. The man turned his back, while Blackie gobbled the bread, her red beak submerged in the ripples she was creating.

“That’s a good bird,” the man clucked.

On my way home, I thought of swans and love affairs. Ancient myth says that Zeus took on the semblance as a swan to ravish Leda, a beautiful maiden. Today, it seemed the opposite: Zeus was the man; Leda the swan. They had each other and were less lonely.

 

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One thought on “SWAN RIVER

  1. Oh, delightful, Natalia! I just wrote a little piece about my hummingbird conversations, and here you are with your swan companion. I especially love the title and was absolutely grinning over the man’s part of the conversation. (I bet you will be looking for the swan again.)

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