harvest of autumn sunshine

Pond Song 3.72

There is a bite of the unbidden about the urgency that breaks up our smug self-satisfaction. GB 33

harvest of autumn sunshine__smell of rot after rain

dawn rakes the blue meanders__black in the glare a chain


no archipelago of ducks__I would make my peace with death

compromised the cobalt surface__cormorants splash from beneath


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