The ice stretched out from shore to distant open water.
At the far edge
swans
gleaming in the winter sun.
Beckoning.
Calling to me.
I wanted to come close to the swans.
Perhaps I could walk out on the ice
but it looked too thin
So I was scared.
Stayed on the shore.
And walked away.
Today’s regret.
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