rusting cordgrass asters blooming

Pond Song 3.69


Being bespeaks itself plurivocally. Why not the divine also? GB 189



rusting cordgrass asters blooming__small bees out of wind’s way

graphite skies in the shallows__a snowy egret fall’s decay


what we behold releases us__a kitchen chair on its side

gleams distantly in a meander__mutter of ducks on the slow tide



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