Pond Song 4.16

 

Thinking can itself be, so to say, surprised by a kind of praying. GB 45

 

clouds high and sun-soaked__cordgrass matted gold

sheer silence of mudflats__rich oily darks unfold

 

the lunar ironic twist__the pond a day-lit moon

pearly and ecstatic__voluble ducks splash down soon

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