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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