raw bright day oak leaves

Pond Song 3.71


In the urgency a dawning comes over us. GB 33


raw bright day oak leaves__and maple tumble into the pond

where the tide was cord grass__pewter and bronze and beyond


stark in the mudflat glare__rocked by gusts a lone

cormorant wings akimbo__in the slack this patient one


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