Pond Song 4.15

 

To know is to have some anticipation of what is on the other side of the limit. GB 42

 

Bare tree full of wind__the mere sound of it whole

cut-out cries of gulls__heard not seen gulls fall

 

into the icy shallows__rising above the churn

shadows of light in the glare__the cold makes the face burn

 

 

 

 

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