There is always something more and other. G&B 271
bright houses upside down__at my feet soaking grasses array
off-white chemical scuds__at the outlet water marbles
clockwise and counterclockwise__gallaxies of whirlpools
high clouds in the breathless pond__shadow of wings away
the descending triplet rising__there’s always something more
and other to what happens__that song hangs in the air
pond songs 