not quite a blizzard

Pond Song 4.2


In the love of the singular, our art can show something of agapeic mindfulness and its hyperbolic import. GB 137



Not quite a blizzard__flakes scatter across the pond

ice islands rotate in the tide__in silence going round


inner form comes to a head__it means more than it meant

a bufflehead disappears__snow melts in the current


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