Pond Song 3.51

Hot spell and nothing happening__a pond full of hazy skies

air thickens in tall grasses __beach roses flutter in the breeze

and a bee is thrown off course__where the tide left algae bloom

a swallowtail zig zags__space opens another room

a slight switch in the ordinary__ there’s an invitation to just sit

things sway in unsteady strangeness__not as I’d imagine it