Dark blades slice through the air, turn
sideways to the sun, flash silver, turn
into bright fish that glide in endless blue.
There are no swallows in the picture as they move too fast for my limited photography skills. The sky, on the other hand, is never-ending blue and doesn’t pose the same problems.
The post title is “swallows II” because this is not the first poem I have posted about swallows.
don't confuse the narrator 
Not sure on the second use of turn here – potentially because my mind changes it to tern for the pun.
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Fair enough. There are no terns or gulls here – too far from the coast. (Despite those silver flying fish.)
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