yellow grass a cloud of rust

Pond Song 3.64

There is an equivocal plenitude given in aesethetic happening – equivocal because mingled with desolation. G&B 39

yellow grass a cloud of rust__late summer hendiadys

one the same not for long__stubble leaps it’s crickets

over the mustard blooms__atop their reflections white

egrets slouch in the shallows__baroque endless slight

pointed cyclic song__or spirals as cormorants

reach that utility pole__perch there for this once

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