Pond Song 3.63

“We distract ourselves with ‘meaning.’” G&B 29

nature’s copia nature’s baroque__still hot air of August

smudge of the morning moon__just enough clarity to lust

after more but nothing doing__the pond offers a few numbers

4 cormorants 2 egrets 1 heron__the count changes of course

driftwood gray satin stalker__did you croak just now

a glint a still wet beak__a cormorant’s under his shadow

this is that no longer holds__a still there dragonfly flows

over the tall dry grasses__three bees roll in one rose