Pond Song 3.62

Our self-surpassing calls on us to be related to the disproportionate in what is proportioned to us. G&B 125

our sins revealed in water__with incoming fresh salt

tide unbiodegradable waste__this dragon is our fault

milky sheen over shallows__deep in the distance crows

over Harleys (this is New Hampshire)__heavy scent of beach rose

over petrol and human smells__crossing the pond broken

circles over circles shine__a cormorant’s quick token