Pond Song 4.10

Pond Song 4.10

Does a Hermes surprise us in the wake of the angel of death? G&B 35

clear skies fresh snow__the word is splendid or

pristine yes hyperbolic__black cries of crows soar

over the ebbing pond__almost silently the tide passes

into the concrete culvert __ shadow of stiff grasses

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