Pond Song 4.18


deliverance towards the ethos of the between and its signs G&B 43


tides flow without purpose__I’m still waiting here

in March sun by the pond__watching gulls steer


into the blue-bright wind__from any perspective

the emptiness not blank__the wonder that we live






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